Sandshoes, Spock, Max, Fang, Nudge, Iggy, Gazzy, Total, Jess, Angel, Donna, Chimichanga, Amy, Rory, and Jack being dragged in the back, were all walking to the front gates of the hospital.
"Wait." said Jess, stopping in her tracks.
Everyone came to a halt and stared back at her.
"What is it?" Asked Spock.
"Look at me," answered Jess, gesturing to her black and white striped clothing. "If I'm gonna save the world, I'm gonna do it in style."
"Ya. I don't think we have time for that," answered Spock.
Sanshoes looked to his younger self, "Well, actually, we do. Bowtie and I gave you all the information you would've taken time to figure out so we basically have… about twenty-five minutes."
"Shouldn't we be using it to make a plan?" Asked Spock, clearly unimpressed by Sandshoe's laziness.
"That's the thing," said Sandshoes with a smile, "I already know the plan."
"So we can change then," said Jess, a bit unsure.
"Well, where we even get the clothes?" Asked Sandshoes.
Spock gave Sandshoes a look, "You just don't want them in your closet, huh?"
Sandshoes turned to Spock, a look of dread on his face, "I don't know what your talking about," he said through clenched teeth.
"It's okay," said Spock, "I understand you have vanity issues… they can use my closet."
"Ya, sure, it's your clothes," said Sandshoes, turning again to the front gate. "Where's your TARDIS?"
"Outside a restaurant," answered Spock. "Don't worry. I can get us there."
"Alrighty then," said Sandshoes, leading the way to his own TARDIS.
Max and Fang continued to pull Jack along, following Sandshoes as the rest of the group.
SEVERAL MINUTES LATER...
Sandshoes threw open the doors of his TARDIS, allowing everyone to walk, fly, drag, or whatever themselves in.
Spock, a look of excitement on his face, entered the TARDIS, but soon lost his smile.
"What is it?" Asked Sandshoes, flicking a few switches on the council.
"I thought you would've changed it," answered Spock.
Sandshoes looked up at the ceiling, finally noticing that it had converted from Bowtie's TARDIS to his. He smiled. "Well that's better," he whispered to himself.
"But why didn't you change it?" Asked Spock, a bit disappointed. "Don't you ever get bored of having the same TARDIS for a couple hundred years?"
"Well…" said Sandshoes, looking at Spock, "You didn't exactly… you know… last that long…"
"Oh geeh, thanks," said Spock, rolling his eyes.
"Well it is true…" said Sandshoes.
"Ya, ya, whatever," said Spock, closing the TARDIS door after everyone was in. He then ran up to the control matrix and started typing in coordinates. "The good thing is I know how to work this thing considering I know it so well."
The TARDIS took off, shaking a bit but not as much as usual.
"Wow," said Max, nodding her head with approvement, "You fly this thing a lot better than Sandshoes."
Spock smirked but, immediately became more serious when a crunching sound came from outside. He looked to Sandshoes. "What was that?"
The TARDIS had come to a stop, apparently at its destination.
"I don't know," said Sandshoes, walking toward the door.
Spock got there before him.
"Oh," Spock said, "Well this is just fantastic."
Sandshoes joined him at the door, "Oh, now look what you did," he said, putting his hands on his hips.
"What is it?" Asked Total, leaping out of Nudge's arms and running to the door. He ran outside but was surprised to find that there was no ground underneath him. Before he could hit the hard cement of the sidewalk, he snapped out his wings and allowed his dog body to float gracefully to the ground. He then looked up, seeing what the Doctors were complaining about, and snickered.
Max followed Total outside, saw what had happened and slapped her hand against her forehead. "When I said you were better at flying the TARDIS, I may have been wrong," she said.
"Ya. Thanks for that," said Spock, jumping to the ground followed by Sandshoes and the rest of the group.
Outside the restaurant on that cool evening, both Doctors had seen something they had never witnessed before.
"Well this is just wonderful," said Sandshoes, looking at the problem in front of them.
"I kinda want to take a picture of this," said Amy, pulling out her mobile phone. "Too bad The Doctor… I mean Bowtie doesn't have a phone. I can't text him or anything,"
"It's not like he would be able to see it anyway," said Rory, "If you don't remember, he is currently possessed by a demented child."
"Oh, right," Amy answered, looking down at the picture she took.
Sandshoe's TARDIS had landed exactly where it was supposed to. In fact, you might even say it was the most perfect landing ever. Sandshoes TARDIS was right next to Spock's. Very close. Very very close. You could even say that Sandshoe's TARDIS was on top of Spock's TARDIS… because it was. That crunching sound? That would've been the light on top.