Disclaimer: I do not own Kim Possible or Doctor Who. Disney owns Kim Possible, and Doctor Who is owned by the BBC.
11/02/2021: I decided to do a little bit of rewriting with this chapter, but the main gist of it hasn't really changed! I hope everyone enjoys reading this chapter/this whole crossover-fanfic in general!
Time Sitch
A Kim Possible/Doctor Who crossover
Chapter 13
Ron slowly brought himself round from his 'unconsciousness' state (or at least that's what he thought it was), and gradually began to sit up. He had trouble opening his eyes initially, adjusting to whatever light was available.
"Urrgghh, that felt rough", Ron commented to himself, as he slowly remembered events that didn't seem that long ago to him.
The last thing he remembered was being with Kim and Rufus. One minute they were trying to save the Doctor from Drakken and Shego; the next thing he knew, 'Doctor Magister' (or now known as 'Missy') set off some sort of cosmic explosion which had enveloped everyone in the vicinity.
Ron's vision became more focused as he took in his surroundings. He realised he was in the middle of Middleton Mall. But there was no one around. In fact, Ron noticed that the place was damaged. It looked like someone had attacked the mall beforehand.
"Wait, what…" Ron said perturbedly. He got up quickly and ran over to a nearby window, pressing his hands against the glass, and staring at the scene before him.
"Oh no, no, no, no", Ron repeated distraughtly. Outside the mall, he saw destruction everywhere. Cars crushed and on fire; gaping holes in the ground; buildings knocked down and demolished; streetlights and other sidewalk features torn away and all over the place.
A sudden realisation came to Ron. "Where's Kim?" he asked himself. He looked around for a moment, but saw no sign of his closest friend.
"KP!" Ron started calling out, as he ran away from the window and began to look for the teen heroine.
Kim shot up as she suddenly came back round. She started panting, out of fear and being scared, not being sure at what happened. Was she still alive?
Kim took a note of her surroundings. She seemed to be in one of the corridors of Middleton High. Which, the last time Kim checked, was nowhere near Drakken's lair.
It certainly didn't feel right. Paper was lying all over the place, and some parts of the building looked a little worse for wear. Kim stood up, and started calling out for people, in the hope of finding someone.
"Ron? Ron?!" Kim yelled first. If people were nearby, she knew he would respond the quickest. But there was no response.
"Doctor?" she then called out, in hopes that if she found him, the Doctor might have answers to the situation. Again, no reply from anyone.
Kim was never one for dawdling about. She needed to find out why she was here, and what had happened since the events at Drakken's base. She began to walk quickly in the direction of the school exit.
As she got closer to the main doors, Kim saw more broken objects, smashed windows, and parts of the building looking like they were left for ruin. Worry and anxiety built-up within her.
Kim opened the doors that lead onto the school grounds. What she saw left her in complete shock, and she could only gasp.
The sky had strong shades of blood-red and orange to it, with smoke rising from the direction of the city centre. Trees and bushes looked burnt, cars had been broken, and buildings had been left half-destroyed. It looked as if an invasion had taken place.
Kim began to quickly jog towards the city centre of Middleton, with fear and uneasiness building up inside herself.
The Doctor opened his eyes, to find himself surrounded by nothingness. All he could see was a dark-greyish emptiness in the distance, with mist and fog surrounding him.
"Where am I?" the Doctor asked himself. He remembered the last thing that had happened in his conscious memory. It must have brought him to this point. And he remembered that he'd been with other people.
"Kim? Ron?" the Doctor called out in quick succession. If he were still his normal, quirky self, he would have said something along the lines of, 'this doesn't feel right', or some other corny phrase. But he wasn't in the mind-set for that anymore.
The Doctor fumbled his hands in the pockets of his jacket, and then his trousers. Everything seemed to have gone missing, including his sonic screwdriver. He was sure none of his items had been taken off him when he'd been kept as prisoner by Missy, Drakken and Shego.
The Doctor began to walk quickly in any random direction, but not being sure of what he should do, or what to do if he found someone or something. After a brief moment, an echoey, familiar voice spoke to the Doctor over the plain-of-nothing he was currently in.
"Doctor", the voice said sinisterly, but also with a somewhat eerie-motherly tone. "Oh Doctor!"
The Doctor stopped in his tracks as he instantly recognised whose voice it was.
"Missy", he said through clenched teeth.
"Bless… You're warming up to me quicker than I expected", Missy jested sneeringly.
"What have you done to the others?!" the Doctor demanded, ignoring Missy's comments.
"Oh, they're very much alive, don't you worry, Doctor", she replied. "But before you can see them, how about a little journey?"
Before the Doctor could respond back, blurry visages came into view…
Ron ran out of the shopping mall, increasingly feeling more afraid and desperate by the moment.
"Kim?! Kim, where are you?!" he cried out. But no response from the red-haired heroine.
He paused for a moment, as he heard faint sounds coming from the distance, in the direction of the city centre. He heard a high-pitched squeal; a plea for help.
Ron's face scrunched into a serious look. Whatever had happened wasn't a local thing. It had affected the whole city.
As he ran on into the city centre, Ron dodged flaming cars and piles of rubble scattered across the roads. More voices screaming could be heard, as Ron also began to hear the sounds of destruction taking place.
Ron turned round a corner to sprint the last stretch of the back streets. As Ron ran onto one of the main streets of the city centre, he suddenly stopped and turned to his right to see the chaos and turmoil before him.
Civilians were running everywhere. They weren't all bunched into one big crowd; everyone was scattered across the area, fending for themselves. They were all trying to escape from something…
Ron then noticed the bulky, metal-armoured figures coming out of the shadows, and filtering through the fire and smoke of the destruction surrounding them. They were making chase after all the people in the vicinity. And as they got closer, Ron noticed their large, greenish-scaly skin and animal-like teeth.
One by one, these unknown alien-like creatures were killing off every person, without giving individuals a chance to surrender. Ron wanted to dive in and save everyone that was still trying to escape. But his body froze in fear, and all he could do was stare on helplessly at the scene that played out before him.
Suddenly, a familiar squeaking sound came from within the mayhem. Ron instantly recognised it.
"Rufus?!" the blond-haired teen cried out.
Indeed, it was Rufus. In the middle of all the violence and destruction, there was the little naked mole rat haring over the damaged roadway and rubble towards his master and human friend.
"Come on, Rufus! You can make it!" yelled Ron, as he knelt down and stretched out his arms to receive the little rodent.
Rufus sprinted the last stretch as fast as he could, and leaped into the hands of his faithful friend.
"It's ok, Rufus", Ron said, with a slightly squeaky, crackling tone to his voice. "You're safe now. I'm glad you're here."
Rufus was shaking in Ron's hands. No surprise with what the little guy must have been through to escape from whatever those things were.
But before Ron could say anything else, he and Rufus noticed one of the alien-looking figures marching towards them. "We better run!" Ron said panickedly. As he darted away - clutching Rufus in his hands - the armoured creature began to pursue after them.
Kim sprinted towards the centre of the city, not stopping to take in the damage that had been done to Middleton. She needed to find Ron, and all the others that'd disappeared from Drakken's lair (or at least Kim had presumed so).
As she got closer, she noticed a large number of people surrounding the area. Lots of them were trying to run away from the city centre. Others stood or knelt down, helplessly looking on while crying out for their loved ones. It wrenched at Kim's heart, even though she still didn't really know who or what had done all of this destruction.
As Kim entered one of the first main streets of the city centre, the sight that lay before her left her shocked and horrified.
Dead bodies were scattered everywhere.
Kim didn't want this to be real. Nothing had left Middleton in this sort of devastation in her lifetime, never mind in the history of the city. What had suddenly brought all this destruction and death?
As many questions swarmed in her head, Kim suddenly noticed tall, bulky figures roaming around. From what she could tell, they wore metal-plated armour, had rugged scaly-like skin, and each of them was carrying weapons of some kind. They were using a variety of melee weapons and futuristic firearm technology.
She then noticed what they were doing. These things were the ones killing off people in the city. They would go up to each person one by one, and slaughter them in cold-blood.
Kim's first instinct was to run over and save everyone from the monsters killing them. But before she did so, she saw a group of people darting out from one of the alleyways nearby. As they came out from the shadows, Kim recognised who they were through the flames scattered around…
"Mom! Dad!"
Kim's family stopped in their tracks and turned towards Kim. "Kimmie!" her mother, Ann, cried out in surprise.
"Kim, you need to get out of here, right now!" her father, James, shouted over.
"What's going on?" asked Tim, one of Kim's brothers, to no one in particular. Both he and Jim held onto their parent's hands for dear life.
"I'm not leaving without any of you", Kim protested, as she started to sprint over to them.
"Please, Kim, just run…!" James pleaded. But before he could add further, two rounds of blaster shots were fired. Each of them squarely hitting the chests of James and Tim.
"NO!" Kim screamed, as she turned to her right to see one of the bulky, alien-like creatures with a raised gun in their hand, with the last whiffs of smoke coming out of its blaster. She then looked to her left, seeing another one of those things just behind Ann and Jim.
Before Kim could give them any warning, the creature used one hand to plunge their sword into the back of Jim, while the other hand grabbed the neck of Kim's mother. Jim struggled for breath, blood slowly pouring out of his mouth. He gave a final gasp, before the armour-cladded creature tossed him aside.
"Kim", Ann struggled to say through the grip of the creature's hold on her neck. "Keep yourself alive… Stay strong for us…" She too was then stabbed through the back. Her eyes rolled back as all life left her body.
Tears burst forth from Kim, as she cried out in anguish, slumping to the floor on her knees. Her world had been turned upside down in just a few minutes. She wanted it all to be a nightmare, but she'd lost every ounce of hope.
The two creatures who had killed her entire family moved towards Kim. But she made no attempt to escape from them, being so caught up in her emotions, and not willing to save her own life.
And then a human hand grabbed her arm.
The Doctor spun around on the spot, as his surroundings materialised into an actual place. Not one he recognised, however.
The Time Lord noticed he was now floating in mid-air. Unless that'd been the case for a while, and he hadn't noticed. He seemed to be hovering above some sort of canyon; although not one formed by nature. This one looked metallic, engineered by man, and its depth seemed endless from what the Doctor could see.
Just above the 'canyon', there was a thin bridge that connected the two sides of this extremely large 'chamber'. The Doctor looked to its left, noticing an area where there was a cluster of complex mechanical-pipework systems. Maybe this was some sort of large battleship…?
The Doctor could see two figures facing each other on the overpass above the deep chasm. One was an aged, roguish-looking man, wearing a leather jacket, and had a blaster holster fitted to his side. The other individual – who looked younger – wore an all-black attire. A helmet was laying down by the side of this young man's feet.
The two people on the narrow bridge seemed to be in dialogue with each other, but the Doctor couldn't yet make out what they were saying. He guessed that this vast area should have had some echo to it; perhaps he was still 'phasing' into his surroundings. Or it could be as likely that Missy had control over what he now saw and heard…
The Doctor then noticed three other individuals within this 'chamber'. At the very top, on the highest ledge, were two young seemingly-human people. Both of them were looking down towards the scene on the overpass. One of them was a dark-skinned man, wearing a brownish jacket; the other person was a woman with tied-back hair, and wearing rough, light-brown clothing.
A few levels below them was a tall, sturdy-built, hairy creature. It seemed to resemble a strange mixture between a dog, a lion, and a bear all at once. In the grips of its hands was some sort of futuristic crossbow-type weapon.
Just behind the two people on the top level was an open hatchway, which had sunlight shining through it, lighting a spotlight on the two figures on the bridge. Gradually, the Doctor began to hear voices below him, although it was very faint at first and hard to discern. Finally, he heard with full clarity the younger of the two men speaking…
"I'm being torn apart", the younger, black-attired man said through a shaky voice. "I want to be free of this pain."
The older gentleman took a step forward. The young man continued; "I know what I have to do, but I don't know if I have the strength to do it." He then hesitated for a moment. "Will you help me?"
"Yes. Anything", the older man replied quickly.
The younger man unholstered some sort of instrument from his belt, and extended it towards the older man, within a foot of his chest.
As the older man reached for the bladeless metal hilt, the light rapidly vanished from the open hatch. Now, darkness began to brew in the young man's eyes, as the illumination within the whole chamber tinted into a shade of dark, blood red. The Doctor suddenly felt tense…
There seemed to be a brief struggle between the two men as they both held the hilt, but slowly it was turned to point towards the older man.
And suddenly, it ignited. A fiery, red blade ripped through the old man's chest.
As screams could be heard from the three other figures above them, the younger man said to the older gentleman, "Thank you."
For sure, it had completely taken the Doctor by surprise. But he wondered if he should have seen it coming. Then again, would the Doctor have been able to do anything about it? He didn't seem to have any control over where he could move to; all he could do was just 'float' in mid-air, and witness the scene before him.
The sabersword-like weapon was extinguished, and the older man began to buckle, with his life slipping away. He touched the younger man's cheek for a brief moment, and then without another breath, the old man fell backwards, falling into the depths of the ravine.
He wasn't the only one to drop down there. Suddenly, the Doctor was quickly descending into the abyss below. Gravity had suddenly seemed to regain control of the Time Lord, and was bringing him down with ever increasing speed.
As the Doctor descended faster, his surroundings changed into pure blackness. He suddenly stopped falling, without hitting any kind of floor or surface.
Once again, visages appeared before the Doctor. But this time they were much smaller, as if watching snippets of scenes taken from different movies. And it wasn't just from one event.
One moment captured - from some sort of universe or reality - showed some kind of 'superweapon', in the design of a moon, firing at multiple planets and destroying them. The Doctor felt the billions upon billions of lives lost from all those planets.
Another scene next to that one seemed to be based in modern-day London; showing the top of a building exploding in a great ball of fire. The Doctor thought it might have been the MI6 headquarters… He could see an older woman watching on as the explosion took place.
There was a man - dressed in a bright red and blue costume - trying to swing some sort of line to a young woman falling from the George Washington Bridge in New York. He could only catch her leg, causing a sudden stop that resulted in the young woman snapping her neck. A moment later, the costumed man cried and lamented over the dead body of the woman that he'd loved.
Other moments where shown to the Doctor, from different points in time, and from different universes…
A captain of a starship sacrificed himself so that the rest of his ship's personnel could escape from an enemy fleet.
A young man also prepares to 'sacrifice' himself, against his dark-wizard nemesis.
Two large armies of costumed 'vigilantes', from two different universes, clashed against one another as the final battle of a multiverse took place.
A speed-powered superhero helped to save the world with his other co-speedsters, but lost his life in the process.
A grand massacre of ancient warriors took place, in a galaxy far, far away; the slaughter on them being led by a former warrior of that 'cult'. The Doctor thought he saw the same type of weapons being used from the first vision he witnessed.
A detective, from the Victorian era, faces his arch-nemesis in a final showdown over a waterfall.
Other similar scenarios played out at the same time, of people sacrificing or losing their lives. Some for the greater good; some from the consequences of war; and some often because of personal tribulations. And then the Doctor saw something that he didn't expect to see, and hadn't wanted to relive, in his life ever again…
The destruction of his home planet, Gallifrey, at the end of the Great Time War.
The Doctor's eyes widened with shock and horror. Gradually, some of his other darkest moments in his life appeared alongside all the other bleak events from all points of time in history, universes, or even multiverses.
Like when he lost Rose.
The Master unleashing the Toclafane onto Earth.
The losses from the Mars incident of 2059… A very recent memory, and a dark day in the Doctor's life.
But then he saw other events, things that were yet to take place. One moment stood out in particular for the Doctor…
"Doctor!" a red-haired woman yelled out.
"Where the hell did that come from?"
The Doctor turned to the person who'd just spoken. Was that who he thought it was…?
"It's a survivor. Very weak, but keep your eyes on it", answered the man wearing a bow-tie. He held up a device which had that all-too-familiar buzzing sound… The present-day Doctor figured this must be himself, at some point in his future…
"Where's Rory?" the red-head asked.
The future Doctor walked round to look down at a gravestone, while the others kept their focus on the creature in front of them… A single surviving Weeping Angel.
As the future Doctor stared at the gravestone, his brow began to scrunch up. "…I'm sorry. Amelia", he said gravely, his face filled with guilt as he looked up at his fellow companion. "I'm so, so sorry."
"No. No, we can just go and get him in the Tardis", the red-head rebutted. "One more paradox."
"It would rip New York apart…" the future Doctor stated helplessly.
"No, that's not true. I don't believe you."
"Mother, it's true", the other woman reasserted heavy-heartedly.
The red-haired companion stepped towards the lone Weeping Angel.
"Amy, what are you doing?" the future Doctor asked, sounding very uneasy from his companion's movements.
"That gravestone, Rory's, there's room for one more name, isn't there?" the red-head said.
"What are you talking about?" the future Doctor replied more apprehensively. "Back away from the Angel. Come back to the Tardis. We'll figure something out."
"The Angel, would it send me back to the same time? To him?"
"I don't know. Nobody knows."
"But it's my best shot, yeah?"
"No…!"
"Doctor, shut up! Yes. Yes, it is", the other woman interjected, for her mother's sake.
The present-day Doctor – witnessing this moment from his future, on the sidelines – could feel the tension, the distress from all three individuals; and he could feel the bond all three people had for each other pushed to the limit. He couldn't intervene; the Doctor could only watch on with sadness, with feelings of despondency prevalent.
"Amy..." his future-self said helplessly.
"Well, then. I just have to blink, right?" the red-haired woman asked.
"No!" the future Doctor cried-out desperately. The current Doctor's heart sank another level hearing that response.
"It'll be fine. I know it will. I'll be with him, like I should be. Me and Rory together." The red-head paused, before continuing. "Melody?"
"Stop it. Just, just stop it!" the future Doctor demanded distressedly.
'Melody' walked up to her mother, and took hold of her outstretched hand. The frizzy-haired woman then kissed it, as the red-head began to instruct her.
"You look after him", the red-haired companion said. "You be a good girl, and you look after him."
"You are creating fixed time" the future Doctor began to plead one final time. "I will never be able to see you again."
"I'll be fine. I'll be with him."
"Amy, please, just come back into the Tardis... Come along, Pond, please…"
"…Raggedy man… goodbye!"
And then the red-haired woman disappeared, with a touch from the Weeping Angel. Her name was now written on the gravestone, alongside her husband's. With the realisation that she was gone from his life forever, the Doctor's future self could only cry out, with the pain of losing those closest to him…
'It never changes', the present-day Doctor thought to himself despondently, feeling filled with anger, sombreness, and regret. 'Losing the people closest to me in my life, no matter how many other lives I can save… Why must it always be…?'
Every event or vision that had been playing in front of the Doctor began to disappear. One by one, they were replaced by familiar faces the Doctor had encountered on his travels… And he also suspected faces that he might meet in the future…
There was Donna.
And Martha; Rose; Sarah-Jane.
Astrid; Jenny; Reinette.
And also old names from a lifetime ago… Susan… The Brigadier…
Every person the Doctor had met and would meet… they all started to call out his name. Repeatedly. And as if getting louder because of the density of everyone's voices.
"Doctor?"
"Doctor!"
"Where were you, Doctor?!"
"Why did you let us go?"
Anger boiled within the Doctor. He reached bursting point, and shouted out, "Is this your doing, Missy?! Stop this right now!"
The voices didn't stop crying out or calling his name. And then the Doctor had the biggest surprise out of all the people to appear.
"Doctor?" a visage of Ron said.
"Please, don't leave us", Kim, another visage, pleaded.
The Doctor stumbled backwards, and then turned slowly in a full circle. He couldn't take in all the people he could see. He couldn't cope with the madness, or the ever-growing emotional pain he felt.
The Doctor flumped to his knees, and bowed his head against the ground. He covered his head with his hands, wishing he would be left alone in eternal silence and solitude.
And then suddenly, the noises stopped.
After a long moment of kneeling in the quiet stillness, the Doctor slowly lifted his head up. Not only had the calls stopped; all the faces had also disappeared.
The Doctor gradually stood up. He looked around at his surroundings in case any more insanity started happening. As the Doctor turned round, he saw a small creature, sitting on a rock that had just appeared.
This little creature had wrinkly green skin; and yet a blue-ish haze surrounded his body. He wore a mixture of dark-brown and light-brown cloaks for clothing. It held in its hands a wooden staff, which he propped himself up with. The little creature seemed to be in his senior years, judging by the thin, grey hair he was displaying.
"A tough day, has it been?" the miniscule creature asked the Doctor.
"…I guess you could say that", the Doctor answered, hesitantly to begin with.
"Come, come. Sit here", the little green creature said. "Time to chit-chat with Yoda."
The Doctor was a little confused, but at least the madness he'd just experienced had stopped. He walked over to this 'Yoda', and sat next to him, on the floor by the rock.
"Do you have anything to do with Missy?" the Doctor asked bluntly, straight to the point.
The eyebrows of Yoda lifted very quickly. "Who? Business with this Missy, I do not have. I do not know this Missy", Yoda added shaking his head.
The Doctor sighed briefly, before replying, "I'll take your word for it."
Yoda looked towards the Doctor, studying his body posture, as well as his facial expression and exterior mood. But he also seemed to be in deep concentration, as if searching for something more…
"I sense conflict within you", Yoda commented. "Struggled through a lot, it seems you have."
"I sense you trying to find out what's brought me to this point", the Doctor responded.
"Help is what you need. Wanting to offer you help I am."
"I'm not sure a small green alien - who I've only just met and speaks backward-ese - can offer me much help."
"Oooooo", Yoda sounded in response. "A bit of attitude you have. Think you're the grand witty master, hmm?"
The Doctor gave to himself a quick "huh", before replying, "I wish." He then turned to Yoda, adding, "A lifetime ago, maybe."
"I do not believe you", Yoda said. "Think you are a witty man, I do."
The Doctor's face scrunched up in a small moment of confusion. "We haven't met before, have we?" he asked.
"Maybe not", Yoda replied. "Or perhaps…"
"No, I don't think we have", the Doctor said. "I would have remembered someone like you if I had done."
"Perhaps true. But I sense a disturbance. Greater than I have ever felt through the Force."
"Mate, I have seen many great 'disturbances'. I've seen the death of my homeworld, deaths of friends closest to me, wars claiming billions of lives… I don't think you having iffy-feely moods is going to make me offer you my support."
Yoda sighed, and for the first time the Doctor saw a sombre expression on his face. Yoda then said to the Time Lord, "A Grand Master of the Jedi Order, I once was. A terrible war took place. At its conclusion, a former Jedi Knight took the lives of every single Jedi. Deep into the dark side, this former Jedi was. And I failed to save him and the Jedi Order."
The Doctor contemplated Yoda's words, as he sat in equally-sombre silence. "I'm sorry…" he finally responded. "How many of them did you teach?"
"In my time as a Grand Jedi Master, from the day they were younglings, every single member of the order I taught."
The Doctor's breathing stopped for a moment, as he comprehended how this wise, old creature must have felt. "How did you - or this Jedi Order - recover?" the Doctor asked.
"A son the former Jedi Knight had. He would bring his father back from the dark side, before the father sacrificed himself to bring balance back to the Force."
"So it still resulted in more death", the Doctor said, almost in a defeatist manner.
"No. His sacrifice awarded him, and brought him one with the Force. Very few Jedi have learnt to do this, let alone be gifted it." Both Yoda and the Doctor sat in silence again, before the old master continued; "I believe I understand what your inner conflict is."
The Doctor raised his eyes up towards Yoda.
"You are afraid of your failures", Yoda stated. "Of what has happened in the past, and of what could happen."
The Doctor slowly nodded, before Yoda continued; "Innocent lives you may feel you've lost. But be confident in this: you aspire yourself to do the right thing, no matter what. And one better on me you have done: I sense a man who has saved countless lives. More lives than I ever did. I was clouded by the dark side's veil, and naïve I was. But sure in mind you are, and clear in your focus also". Yoda said that last sentence as he tapped the Doctor's shoulder with his stick.
A faint, small smile appeared on the Doctor's face, before quickly hiding away again. "You said you felt a great 'disturbance', a moment ago... Do you know what it exactly was?" the Doctor asked.
The old master gave a quick hum, as he closed his eyes, and concentrated on whatever he was trying to harness. He soon opened them again, and replied, "Unknown, unfortunately the answers are. Even for me, the events taking place are too clouded for me to tell."
Yoda then turned to the Doctor, and said, "But remember. As the former Jedi Knight was brought back to the Light, so you can defeat evil, even in these darkest hours." Yoda then pointed his stick straight at the Doctor; "Never give up, and never forget the man you really are."
The Doctor gave a firm, more assured nod. He stood up, in a more confident manner than he had previously done. Although he still didn't know how he was going to leave this plane-of-nothingness.
"Two more questions", the Doctor began. "One; have you ever met me before? Two; how did you get here?"
"In these unknown times, let's just say the possibility of meeting again is not impossible." Yoda gave a little chuckle, before continuing; "And as for how I arrived here… The Force has its purposes, is all I will say."
"Oh, and how do I make my exit from here?" the Doctor quickly asked, spinning his right-hand forefinger to indicate their very 'empty' surroundings.
Yoda smiled and nodded, as he answered, "A feeling I have that you will leave soon."
Before the Doctor could reply, a bright light enveloped his line of sight. And then he 'woke up'...