"How long do you think it will take?" Amy asked The Doctor as they were making sure the four had everything.

"Not as long as it would've taken had we been on Abydos instead of Venallas," The Doctor smiled, giving Amy one last hug before they were heading to leave. "A day or two?"

"Depends how we pace ourselves," Oliver noted through a mouthful of his breakfast. "We should leave now, and we'll probably be able to get there by tonight, or early tomorrow morning."

They left just minutes later, all of their stuff- which included their supply of food and water, some medical supplies and other necessities- in backpacks they'd found up in the emergency storage. In high spirits, they managed to trek for a few hours straight, before stopping to eat. Something about the change of scenery was exciting for them after being holed up in the section of the spacecraft for so long, and it helped that Venallas was such a fantastical place. As they sat to tuck in to their measly ration of bread and butter, Amy couldn't help but run her fingers against the glittery silver dust that rested upon the surface. Despite having already travelled and seen so much of the universe, the unearthliness of other worlds never ceased to amaze her. She looked towards Molly and could only dream of how he was feeling seeing something as great as this for the first time.

"It's just-" Molly paused, shaking her head in bewilderment. "Amazing. Like...I can't even begin to explain how amazing this is."

"I take it that means you are definitely joining us on our travels then, Mol?" Amy grinned. "I hope so."

"Yes," she smiled back. "I think I will- provided The Doctor doesn't just get us stuck places all the time."

"It happens more than you'd think, actually," Dean noted. "But don't let that put you off."

"What are we going to do about flying that ship of his?" Oliver queried. "I mean, from what I've heard none of us can fly it..."

"Oh, you guys just need to calm down," Amy waved away the concern. "I've seen The Doctor fly it a million times. I know a little at least, and... the TARDIS will take us where she needs to go, she just needs a little bit of...encouragement."

"We should probably wait until it gets a little lighter before we go ahead," Dean suggested as he looked towards the sky. "It's a bit too dark to see where we're going."

"So, what are your family like, Oliver?" Amy realised the mood was getting a little low as they began to quieten down.

"Mental," he laughed. "Dad's a busy man. He's got the money he's got from working hard. Mum's very sociable- wait scratch what I said before; we're in the money because of mum's connections."

"Why didn't you stay with them on the other bit of the ship?" Dean questioned.

"Dad was on some business meeting over breakfast, and mum was well... why don't you ask that Jack Harkness fellow once we get there?"

"They'll be okay, you know," Amy smiled, trying to calm the boy's obvious nerves over his family's welfare. "Have faith in the human race."

"Are you being serious?" he giggled.

...

"Doc?" Sam wandered over as everyone else lay asleep.

"What are you doing awake?" the Time Lord looked up from his book.

"Can't sleep."

"What's bothering you?"

"They're going to be able to fly the TARDIS, aren't they?"

"If they can't, I'm sure Captain Jack would be capable."

"I'm being serious."

"Have faith in them. Maybe they'll surprise you."

"I mean, Amy and Molly I can see managing to fly the damn thing... But Dean? It'd be a miracle for him to be able to travel on it without feeling nauseous, and that's with someone who knows how to fly it in charge."

...

The four of them treaded onwards, not one of them lagging behind at all. Amy and Molly remained determined to get there even faster than predicted, a slight spring in both of their steps. Dean and Oliver's dry sense of humour also accounted for the happier atmosphere that surrounded them, with one of them cracking some form of sarcastic joke every few minutes.

"Isn't Brian a complete and utter idiot?" Oliver commented at a particularly difficult stretch of land. "That's what having money brings I guess."

"Ach, you learn to shut him out after the first day or so," Amy shrugged.

"Oh, I have a space yacht and I own a whole corridor of suites on like... four Starship Hotels, and I eat Sontaran for my breakfast!" he mocked.

"Sontarans are the potato ones, right? Rory was telling me about them yesterday," Molly laughed.

"Bet they don't taste like potato."

"We should ask Brian."

...

Instead of following his own trail of sentimental memories, Sherlock continued to follow the projected reality that Castiel had granted with. This was partly because he preferred watching how John was getting on to the nostalgic, bittersweet falsities he'd been shown prior, and partly because he had no idea how to get back. Maybe Castiel had granted him with a heaven he'd actually appreciated, trying to soften him up for whatever bad news he'd bring the next time he appeared with his dirty trench coat swirling.

It hurt to know that John was grieving as he listened in to the conversations he had with Lestrade and Mrs Hudson, and the fact that he'd barely even spoke to Mycroft unsettled Sherlock more than it should have. John seemed more like the John he'd first met; still walking with his cane for his psychosomatic limp, and still having not quite recovered from the things that burdened his mind. He saw John attempt to try and write a new post onto his blog once in a while, but one look at the links to posts about 'The Hounds of Baskerville' and 'The Geek Interpreter' sent him back into the depths of his turmoil yet again. His sister Harry visited at some point, trying out the 'shout until he gets up off his backside and smiles' method, failing miserably, ending in her slamming the door unhappily behind her.