As they all hurriedly rushed into the helicopter, taking their seats, it took off into the air, not giving them anytime to buckle up beforehand. It had been a good idea to leave their pilots there as their departure was going as fast as it possibly could. They were all on edge, the repercussions of what had just happened going through their minds.

"We've got plenty of time though," Brian said hopefully. "I mean, the shield just went so surely it will take them a while to get here." They liked his sense of optimism but had the sinking feeling that it wasn't going to be the case.

"That all depends on how close they were willing to get to the force field," River countered, having to speak louder to be heard over the blaring engines. "And, if I was a betting woman, I'd say they got as close as possible."

"You are a betting woman!" Nardole reminded her with a small wail.

"Exactly!"

"I've also got to mention that their ships are going to be much faster than this tin can!" Mickey shouted.

"We're going as fast as we can!" Mackenzie responded with annoyance. They were all giving into the chaos of the situation even though no aliens had turned up yet. This wouldn't do. They wouldn't survive by acting like this. It was for this reason that he had begged Kate not to assign him to this mission because he had known back then how difficult it was going to be to control a group of people who hadn't been through years of UNIT training. "Frankly, you complaining about the speed we're going at just makes me want to throw you over…" He was about to finish his rant when the helicopter swerved violently to the right. They all held onto anything they could near them, either pieces of rope and fastenings on the sides or their own seats. They tried looking out the window to try and figure out what caused the pilot to fly like that. Mackenzie angrily moved to the hatch where the pilot was, wanting answers. The helicopter was still not flying properly, seemingly going in a downward direction, which wasn't the most reassuring of things to notice. "What the hell is going on?" he yelled, demanding answers as he tried to cling onto the metal panels next to him.

"Evasive manoeuvres, sir!" the pilot responded through gritted teeth. Mackenzie tried to remember his name. He was sure it was something like Kenny. It would come back to him when they managed to land. If they did.

"What do you mean? What were you evading?" Just as he asked the question, a sleek silver ship fired past them, its electronic engines noticeable as it flew in the air. It had been close to smashing right into them, just missing the helicopter. Maybe they did have some luck remaining. The alien craft wasn't on its own. There were at least five of them that they could see, targeting them as they flew.

"What are those things?" Sarah Jane exclaimed. It seemed that alien spaceships had been vastly upgraded since the time she had been travelling with the Doctor. She was still suffering from the disappointment of not being able to strike a deal with the Silurians yet, resembling her failures with the Sea Devils. But now that was being put to the back of her mind as they came under attack. They didn't know why that was happening, not having brought any attention to themselves; it must have been the fact that they were the only people currently visible out in the open. Meaning they were their only target. Another sobering thought.

"They're not exactly friendly and that's all I care about." River said back. The chopper buckled again in order to dodge another ship.

"Do you have any weapons onboard this thing?" Mackenzie asked frantically. "Surely you can fire at them or something." He needed to stop talking as the ships then began to shoot blasts of blue lasers in their direction, forcing Kenny to work even harder.

"Not really. This old bird was built for transport. Not much else." Mackenzie dragged a hand over his face in exasperation.

"Great. Just great. I'll be having words with Kate. Let's take on the aliens with something that doesn't have any weapons! I've been told that these people are vital for our efforts so I need them returned safely!"

"I'll do my best but I can't fight them all off. I can distract them though!" Kenny pressed a red button on the panel as he brought the helicopter further to the ground. Outside, they could see red flares begin to sprout out from the flying vehicle, shooting out in different directions. It was creating a smoke screen behind them, distorting the view the other vessels would have had. The only issue they had was that, being in a rural area of the country, there was very little cover for them to use to protect themselves. The helicopter swerved wildly as it flew, almost taking out a tree as it soared over it. The control panel was now showing multiple flashing red lights, indicating that it was struggling to cope with the unusual flight pattern. Mackenzie could tell how difficult it was for the pilot judging from his gritted teeth and the beads of sweat rolling down his forehead. The smoke they'd created was now slowly dissipating, the momentary reprieve they'd been given from the aerial attacks now gone as the ships reappeared with renewed vigour. A stream of laserfire spurted out of one, connecting with the back propeller. The helicopter, with alarms now sounding, spun crazily, heading for the ground. "We're going down!"

"Everyone, brace for impact!" Mackenzie ordered as he dived for cover. The rest of them bent over in their seats with their arms protectively over their heads.

"We're all going to die!" Nardole screamed, although his words were muffled by his cries and his position. With a heavy collision, the helicopter crashed into a small field, bringing up dirt and grass as it scraped forward across the ground. They all groaned as they came to their senses, looking at one another. Somehow, none of them had been seriously hurt, only a few scratches on their faces currently visible. They could see smoke billowing out from the engines though and the thought of all the fuel still in them made them realise the danger wasn't over yet by any stretch. They rushed to unbuckle their seat belts, Mickey and Mackenzie trying to pry the door open. By using a metal bar as leverage, they were eventually able to get it to swing open. They all clambered out, helping each other evacuate the badly damaged helicopter, with Mickey stopping to pick up a large black gun, before running away from it. They were in a different village and they hid by the wall of the nearest building, a closed-down shop of sorts. Mackenzie's eyes widened as he realised Kenny was still in there, obviously facing the brunt of the force as they crashed and was now probably stuck. He'd thought all of them had gotten out. As he began to race back towards him, despite the protests of the others, one of the ships appeared, hovering above the wreckage. He stopped in his tracks, looking at it in greater detail. It had sharp edges, completely silver in colour. Everything about it was mechanical. Before he could do anything, a storm of lasers fired out again, this time right at the helicopter.

"No!" he shouted but it was all for nothing. It exploded in a bright fireball, rising into the air in a plume of orange and red flames. He shielded his eyes from it, still feeling the heat it was giving off from the distance he stood from it. He clenched his fists at the sight, the black, smoking husk that remained. He couldn't do anything now apart from run back to the rest of the group. Mackenzie looked grimly at them all but they knew that there was no time to mourn. They began to delve deeper into the village as they saw one of the ships touch down on the ground. Seeing that the helicopter had been dealt with, the rest of the space crafts flew over their heads and away before they were out of sight. It was a positive in a sense but they still had to deal with whatever was on the one that had landed. They took a breather as they hid behind another wall. "Okay," Mackenzie said, seeing most of them panting. "How many of you know how to fight?" It was a question that he didn't want to be asking but one that was necessary. Martha, Mickey, and River put their hands up. "Right. And, between us, we have less than a gun each?" Mickey loaded his gun in answer. Martha indicated to a pistol in her pocket, as did River, although hers was laser. That meant Brian, Nardole and Sarah wouldn't be able to protect themselves. "This is what happens when we're designated as a diplomatic group. No back up."

"I'm guessing it will take a couple of hours for anyone from UNIT to get to us," Sarah said. Mackenzie nodded.

"And our communication devices were on the chopper." Brian pointed in the direction of the spaceship with a shaking hand.

"Umm...everyone...I think we're about to have some company." With a loud noise that even they could hear, a metal ramp lowered on the side, opening a doorway. As soon as it was settled, large silver men marched out from the vessel, their footsteps landing in sync with one another to a rhythmic metal beat.

"Cybermen!" River gasped, quickly getting her laser gun from her pocket. A squadron of about fifteen cybermen emerged from the ship. They were of varying designs, some more sleek and curved whereas others were more bulky and angular.

"It's a good job I brought this," Mickey said, holding his gun up, the one that had served him well in the parallel universe and at Canary Wharf, as well as the last time he'd helped the Doctor. "Can blow the head off a cyberman easily."

"You're forgetting we only have one," Martha reminded him.

"And look at them. They're not all the same," River pointed out. "We don't even know if that will work on them."

"Yeah, I haven't seen those ones before," he admitted, gesturing to the newer models. "But it's something, at least."

"We can't realistically take them all on," Sarah Jane said.

"You can't," Mackenzie agreed. "Civilians shouldn't be here. You, Brian, and Nardole need to find cover quickly before they get any closer."

"We're not leaving you," Brian responded defiantly. "What if you die? What do we do then? We'd be in an even worse spot of bother." The Cybermen were now on the edge of the village, the ominous noise of their marching growing dangerously louder.. As they reached a fork in the road, they split up into three groups, now able to cover the area more easily. They had to act now if they were to stand any chance of surviving this.

"Human life signs detected!" one of them said in a deep, dull monotonous voice, its mouthpiece lighting up in blue as it spoke. "Survivors from the wreckage."

"They will be upgraded or deleted," another answered back as they continued marching towards them.

"We don't have a lot of time!" Martha yelled, drawing her gun.

"Now hide!" River ordered, Nardole reluctantly stepping away, dragging Brian with him. Sarah Jane promptly followed them, sending one last look back at them. The others got into position as one group approached, standing on the edge of two buildings either side of the road. Mickey was the first to break cover, his gun firing a blue beam at one of the older cybermen, which screamed out before its head exploded, sending cybernetic organic material flying into the air. The sleeker models fired back, Mickey just dodging their fire as they scorched the wall where his head had been.

"I almost forgot that they could shoot back," he said sheepishly, reloading his weapon.

"Surrender or you will be deleted!" one of them shouted, pointing its arm in their direction. In response, Mackenzie and Martha fired a few rounds each to little effect, their normal bullets not doing a lot of damage to the metal armour. Martha let out a growl in frustration. River, with a focused look, fired at the chest of one of them, a few blasts of the red laser enough to cave it in, the creature falling to the ground with a heavy clang. Yet still they continued to march, now with more purpose as their mission changed to outright killing them, and they were still aware that there were other groups patrolling the village too.

"We're going to have to fall back!" Mackenzie said as the Cybermen bore down on them. "Try and get to the others."

"How do you suppose we do that?" Martha retorted. "If you haven't noticed, they're practically on top of us." She had to take cover as more lasers fired over their heads, sending particles of brick floating down on them.

"Behind!" River shouted, turning around as one of the other groups appeared, marching towards them in the other direction. She fired at them, causing two of them to collapse in dead heaps. "We're surrounded." Her tone was one of a defeated woman, which very rarely was the case with her. They continued to fire fruitlessly, the Cybermen getting closer before multiple blue flashes began appearing in various spots across the street. In their place as they dissipated were Silurian warriors, who directed their weapons at the approaching Cybermen. Their guns were more effective and the yells of anguish from the dying monsters filled the air, their chests now having holes in them. As they tried to comprehend what this development meant, the Cybermen focused their attacks on the reptile people, a couple falling as they fought back. The air was full of crossfire, windows smashing and soldiers on both sides suffering painful deaths. But it gave them the opportunity to run down a side street, in the direction that the others had taken before. Constantly looking back over their shoulders, hoping not to find any Cybermen following them and just seeing the battles play out between the two races, they heard a shout from an abandoned warehouse. Nardole poked his head out from the door, urgently gesturing for them to get inside.

"Come on, come on!" he shouted, his eyes wide as he saw the chaos that was ensuing around them. They raced over to him, Mickey taking the time to shoot at a Cyberman that was getting a bit too close for his liking, charging through the door one after another. They found themselves in a large room, old, dusty machinery littering the floor. It looked like it hadn't been used for quite a while and they wondered how long it had been left for. Brian was sat on a wooden crate, nervously hunched over, whilst Sarah Jane paced the room. As they entered, their expressions brightened, Sarah clapping her hands together in relief.

"Oh, thank goodness you're all okay!" she said happily. "We couldn't see a thing out there since all the windows are boarded up."

"We could only hear the commotion going on," Brian added, standing up to greet them.

"We got some much needed help," River told them. "Otherwise I don't think we would be standing here." The three people who had found shelter looked at her with confused expressions.

"Silurians," Martha explained helpfully. "They must have detected the Cyberships and found it within themselves to help us."

"That can only be a positive sign," Brian responded hopefully.

"They might just have done it to make sure their colony wasn't discovered," Mickey pointed out, trying to play Devil's advocate.

"The fact still remains that there are Cybermen out there," River reminded them, her point made clearer as dust rained down from the ceiling as gunfire collided with the walls outside. "I don't know whether the Silurians are a match."

"They looked like they were coping to me!" Mickey replied. "Badass, they were."

"Even still, we might need more than that. We especially need a way...out of here." Her sentence trailed off as a breeze picked up in the room despite there being no way any wind could get in. A familiar sound began to fill them with hope, that recognisable groaning noise. They all took a step back in relief more than anything as a blue police box began to fade into reality, sending scraps of paper flying into the air. But then they realised something odd, something they definitely weren't expecting. It seemed that this strange and peculiar time was going to become even more baffling. Because the Tardis in front of them was not the one they had last seen. It was slightly smaller, a darker blue. And the man who subsequently stepped out was not the Doctor they thought it would be. Although his initial expression was one of surprise at their presence, it changed into a giddy grin. His long brown overcoat swayed as he walked out of the box, showing glimpses of his smart suit and thin figure, and his brown hair was seemingly even spikier than usual.

"Oh, now what a surprise this is!" he exclaimed joyfully. "Here I was, investigating a massive temporal flux and who do I find? You lot!" He moved over to each one. "Mick...Mickety...Mickey!" he yelled as he enveloped the bemused man in a warm hug. "And Martha Jones! What a combo. Looking quite serious, I might add, with all that black leather. And you, Sarah Jane Smith!" he greeted as he turned to the older woman. "Getting the band back together!" He spun around. "Frankly, I have no clue who you are," he admitted as he gestured to Brian, Nardole and Mackenzie, "but you…" His tone changed into a serious one as he observed River, who was struggling to hide her emotions from him. She hadn't seen this form before but knew that she was meant to at some point in the future. A time she had been trying to avoid, knowing what it likely entailed for her. "How are you alive?" She smiled sadly at him.

"...spoilers," she managed to choke out. He looked at her for a bit longer, trying to figure out who this was, before giving up and turning his attention to the threat that had brought him there. The Doctor looked around at the warehouse, not seeing anything out of the ordinary but then hearing the battle outside.

"Right. So I'm presuming you all know about this...tear in time the Tardis picked up?" They all nodded cautiously. "Care to explain why people are fighting in the Welsh countryside?"

"Not people...Doctor," Mackenzie explained. "Cybermen." The Doctor's expression turned even more grave. "You have no idea how big a threat we're facing."

"Take it from the top then."

"That tear you spoke about," Martha said, "it appeared in the sky a few weeks ago. Then we were greeted with the sight of thousands of alien ships in the sky. We were initially protected but that's gone now."

"We were in the middle of a negotiation with the silurians," Sarah Jane carried on. "Only for these to be the first to break through."

"Silurians? In Wales?" he asked, unsure about that. "How did you know all this? How were you protected? That sort of technology...that level of knowledge...I don't want to be insulting but that's way out of your league. You must have had some form of help."

"And we did," River said. "From you." He initially took a few seconds to puzzle over her comment before it made sense, much to his annoyance. He ran his hands through his hair in exasperation, moving over to one of the windows.

"Oh, great! Just...great! Another one...of me? As if the day couldn't be going any bumpier." The Doctor eyed them as he pondered that development. "Do you know which one? Before or after me?"

"After," Martha answered for him. His face brightened somewhat at that.

"How exciting." He pulled his sonic out, a thin rod of metal with a blue tip, and used it on the screws that were in the wood panels blocking the windows. A few moments of struggle later, he was able to see what was going on outside. His eyebrows raised as he the Silurians pushed back the Cybermen, both sides suffering casualties. He saw one of the Cybermen bring its arm to its chest and then the surviving members of the squadron disappeared in individual flashes of blue. "Ooo. How interesting. Short range teleport. The Cybermen have run scared. How...peculiar." River joined him by the window, the Doctor glancing at her suspiciously.

"Probably gone running back to their ship to join the rest," she pondered. "They realised they were fighting a battle they were losing and made a strategic getaway."

"But then the thing is...why did they need to survive? They're planning something bigger." He raised his eyebrows in thought. "This is just the beginning. This wasn't actually even the first step...this was an...afterthought. A quick routine mission that went astray." He moved quickly towards the exit, the rest of them following with the knowledge that the Cybermen were gone for the time being. As he felt the cool air on his face, he was met with the end of a Silurian blaster in his face. He gulped audibly. "Ah. Hello. I think you know my...friends," he murmured sheepishly. The gun was lowered and the soldier removed its mask. The others recognised her as Azrad, the commander of the army.

"I was not sure that you survived. We saw the wreckage," she said.

"They were lucky," the Doctor responded. "Wouldn't have survived without your intervention. Thank you." She was shocked by how sincere he sounded, looking into his eyes that seemed far too old for his face.

"It was our duty. They were the ones who made the first steps towards a form of peace. It was always down to us to accept the offer."

"Does that mean you thought again about the deal?" River asked with renewed optimism.

"As soon as we saw the attack happen, Eldane realised that there is no time to sit down and discuss this. He obviously wishes to reconvene when this is all over but...for now, we are willing to join your efforts."

"Brilliant!" the Doctor shouted, the group of them now wearing relieved smiles. "It's good too because I think there's going to be another outing very soon." He quickly scanned her blaster, too fast for her to put it out of his reach. "Don't worry. Just connecting us. If we need your support, one blast of this and you'll know about it. I'm presuming your teleportation devices can stretch to places outside of Wales?" Azrad nodded her head. He turned to face Mackenzie. "Now, soldier boy." The UNIT member tried not to bristle at the nickname. "I'm guessing you're from UNIT."

"You'd be correct in assuming so."

"Still under the Tower?"

"Of course." The Doctor grinned.

"Off we go then!"

The most unsettling part of being stuck in a cell under the Citadel of Gallifrey, was just how quiet it tended to be. The planet wasn't the most densely populated of areas across the universe but there was still usually someone around as you walked about. The General and Ko Sharmus couldn't really remember how long they had been in there. Their imprisonment had been prompt and swift after Rassilon's angry tirade, roughly taken to the deepest part of the towering building. It was a cold place, void of all life. If they were quiet enough, they were sometimes able to hear the dreaded Matrix and the distant cries and wailing of the Wraiths. When their minds turned to that amphitheatre of horror, it always sent a troubling shiver down their spines. It was another example of the dark side of the Time Lords, an aspect they were far too aware that they'd played a part in throughout their lives. It wasn't a necessary way to spend time, dwelling on their mistakes. They had finally taken a stand against the regime, even if it may have come too late. They had bitten their tongues as the Lord President grew increasingly more irate over the years of their time in the reality bubble, even when the Masters had turned up, promising him a new, bright future that would have him high up in the centre. They hadn't been able to believe that he had fallen for their words, for their false charm and poisonous promises. But when a man like Rassilon had been starved of true power for so long, it was always likely that he'd become desperate. The Doctor's arrival, and subsequent order of execution, had ultimately forced their hand. They were never going to stand by and watch a hero of their planet die at the hands of the corrupted.

The most annoying part was, apart from allowing the rogue Time Lord to pull off one of his customary impossible getaways, their act of betrayal had accomplished very little. Rassilon's plan...well it was truly the Masters'...was still going ahead from what they could tell. There always seemed to be an ominous buzzing gently sitting across the planet, a whisper of the things that were due to happen. They both had reminisced about the times when the Time Lords had vowed to be watchers of history, protectors of the universe. Never to interfere in the affairs of those outside of their jurisdiction. Now they were placing their own interests ahead of the safety of an entire galaxy. The worst part was that those in charge barely thought about that consequence. To them, it was a simple side effect of their necessary return. It didn't matter to them. It made them both sick. And, stuck in their prison, they couldn't do anything to stop them or help the Doctor in his efforts to do the same.

"Do you sometimes think about what he's doing out there?" the General asked. After a few hours of sitting on the floor, he had taken off his prestigious red armour since it was so cumbersome. That left him in bland cloth, no longer looking like the mighty Lord of Time that he was. Ko Sharmus, already clad in plain, unassuming clothes, hadn't changed his appearance. He'd always acted differently to the other high-ranking officials, symbolised by the way he dressed.

"The Doctor, you mean?" The General nodded his head. They always went through periods of random discussion, covering wide ranging and mostly unimportant topics, before it was eventually replaced by the silence. "Of course I do. There's not a lot else to think about, really," Ko Sharmus laughed, a bitter edge to it.

"Do you think he's made any progress?"

"You are probably more well acquainted with the stories that follow him across his many travels...that element of wonder that trails after his name...it's got to have some truth behind it."

"Even the most far fetched of tales are usually based in reality when it comes to him. No wonder so many Time Lords grew to hate him. He stood for everything they opposed. Helping others by putting himself at risk. And now having the audacity to stand with those who will suffer because of the actions of a select few." Ko Sharmus had never heard him speak so openly.

"If what you say is true, we must hope that he can achieve the impossible once again. What's getting me through all of this painful ordeal is the image of Rassilon's shocked face when he realises his plans have failed to come to fruition." He allowed a small smile to light up his face, the General responding with a sly smirk of his own.

"I just don't know. Maybe this is one time that he needs more than just himself to win."

"We can't exactly do anything with our current predicament." Their ears pricked up as they heard footsteps coming closer towards their cell. Whoever was approaching, from what they could, was alone, which made them less agitated that it was the President calling for them for one last time. A young figure emerged, her slender silhouette outlined by the light of the flames on the torch she was carrying. Her eyes shifted from side to side, making sure no one was around. It was a pointless exercise. No one ever came down here and they were the only two prisoners for the time being. Curious as to what this entailed, the General and Ko Sharmus slowly lifted themselves up off the ground, gingerly stepping towards the barrier. It shimmered a blood red as they got closer, a reminder of their constant restrictions.

"Who are you? What do you want?" the General asked carefully. As they approached, her details became clearer. Long brown hair framed a thin face, her red lips in a stern line. She wore a red robe, the traditional outfit for the women of Gallifrey, the hood up to cover most of her head. Ko Sharmus' eyes lit up.

"You were in the control room!" he whispered, although there was no pressing need to do so. "When the Doctor was brought before us."

"Indeed," she said. Her voice was soft, delicate. But it had a steely undertone to it. They knew instantly that she was not someone to mess with. "I saw what they wanted to do to him. I saw what they did to you. It was such a shame that I was not able to track the Doctor's escape when Rassilon ordered me to." A devilish smirk briefly flashed on her face before she controlled her emotions once more.

"You're on our side then?"

"There are more people here who support the Renegade than our President understands," she commented. "I just happen to be one who has managed to earn a place directly in the Citadel. Cassandra."

"Pardon?" the General queried, not quite hearing what she finished on.

"My name. Cassandra. I want people to know who helped him in the first stages, when everyone thought all hope was lost. To be a sentence in one of his stories, the sort I was raised upon, would be my greatest accomplishment." She placed her hand on a screen they couldn't see by their cell, the piece of technology scanning her. It flashed green, allowing her to input a code. The barrier disappeared in an instant, no alarm blaring like they expected it to. Cautiously, they both stepped out, enjoying the thought of extra movement.

"How did you do that?"

"A perk of working as a technician. You can grant yourself access to places you shouldn't really be going." They were already growing to like this young woman. She began to walk away and, despite the lack of instruction, they began to follow her immediately. For some reason, she gave off an aura of someone to listen to. Making sure to look both ways when they reached intersections in the corridors, having to hide quickly at one point when a Time Lord paced through in the opposite direction, they eventually made it to the main Tardis bay. Identical cylindrical models were lined up next to each other. They knew about the heavy surveillance in this area but she seemed to pick up on their concerns. "Another trick I learned, by the way. To lock the engineers out of their room when I want them gone." She looked on in awe at one of the Tardises, glancing back at the two men.

"What exactly are you wanting us to do?" the General asked dubiously. She scrunched up her eyebrows in annoyance, as if it was obvious.

"Back in the control room, you showed yourselves to be people who wanted to help him. To do that, you will have to travel to Earth. And there is only one way to do that right now." With another press on a screen, the doors of the Tardis closest to her opened with a quiet creak. She stepped aside to let them in first. The console room was the standard layout. A large, white room, pristine in condition. A hexagonal console stood magnificently in the middle, the time rotor sitting in the middle. As they ventured further, the lights became brighter, the beeps became louder. It was as if the time machine was growing in life as she realised she had a crew once again. Cassandra drew back the hood of her cloak as she stepped to the console, inputting their destination. "Now, it's going to be a bumpy ride but the Doctor has shown us that it's possible to get through the rift relatively undamaged. Once you're through, the Tardis has been set to locate the nearest other Tardis, so the Doctor's."

"You're speaking as though you won't be coming with us," Ko Sharmus pointed out in confusion. She looked down at the floor.

"I can't," she said quietly, although the tone of her voice made it clear that she truly wanted to. "Someone will need to be here to cover for your absence. I could buy you more time, which may prove to be vital."

"Don't be so noble, girl!" he admonished. "That's just a way of getting yourself killed more quickly. If they notice that we're gone, they'll be angry for sure initially but they won't really care after a while. They don't think anyone can stop them, especially too old fogies like ourselves."

"Speak for yourself," the General quipped, insulted by his comment. Ko Sharmus ignored him.

"You said you wanted to be a part of the story. No one remembers the idiot who got themselves killed needlessly in the first act." He edged closer to the console, where Cassandra was looking at him carefully but still with slight hope. "It's been quite a while since I've been in one of these," he admitted. He pressed a button quickly before she could react. "But I still know how to close the door." The doors slammed shut and he smirked at her. "Follow in his footsteps," he said quietly to her. Without another moment of thought, she brought the dematerialisation lever down with an excited smile.