I continued to look out the window, ignoring the strange impact announcement from the computer.

"Forty two minutes until what?" The Doctor questioned.

I laughed, "Doctor! You've got to see this!"

He ran over to me and looked out the small window.

"Forty two minutes until we crash into the sun." The lady informed us.

"I thought I'd go blind if I looked at the sun." I whispered to the Doctor.

He ran back and grabbed the lady, "How many crew members on board?"

"Seven, including us." She told him immediately.

He let go with a very strange face. Sort of a mix of concern and shock.

"We transport cargo across the galaxy. Everything's automated. We just keep the ship space-worthy." A man told the Doctor before he ran back to the door of the steam room.

"Call the others, I'll get you out!" He opened the door despite the many protests and was blasted by steam and hot air. Extremely hot air.

I rushed over to him, slightly worried, "Look at that, you're fine."

A man ran over and closed the door again.

"But my ship's in there!" The Doctor exclaimed.

"In the vent chamber?" A man asked with a broken voice.

"It's our lifeboat." The Doctor told them.

"It's lava." Another guy said.

I watched the lady tamper with the temperature next to the door.

"The temperature's going mad in there. Up three thousand degrees in ten seconds, and still rising." She tapped the module to make sure it was still correct.

"Channeling the air. The closer we get to the sun, the hotter that room's going to get." A man explained.

I looked to the Doctor, he seemed very concerned with the current situation. Then again, I think that he was always stressed out of his mind.

"So basically we're stuck?" I asked for a confirmation.

"So, we fix the engines, we steer the ship away from the sun. Simple," The Doctor concluded and ran in the direction that the man was backing towards earlier, "Engineering down here, is it?"

"Yes." The lady breathed and ran after him.

I sighed and ran after him too, my ribs aching and hand still wrapped up tightly. I should have asked if we could have drifted for a little while longer. Then again, the distress signal came to us.

"Impact in forty twenty six." The computer announced.

I coughed and huffed when we arrived at Engineering. Still a steamy room with pipes. I ran my hands through my hair, the steam and sweat made it slick back.

"Blimey, do you always leave things in such a mess?" The Doctor stood straight and walked around.

"Oh, my God." The woman blurted.

I guessed they didn't normally leave things in such a mess. What should have been their engine was in pieces. Chords hung over it like spaghetti on a fork. Spaghetti on a fork? Brain what the hell? It's not the time for spaghetti! I shook my head and focused, joining the Doctor at the engine. I ran through my library, finding any books on ship engines. I tried to do the thing that had happened earlier where I was actually there but it didn't work. Maybe I could only dream of it happening but not willingly. Either way, any time spent in the library was literally nothing in real time. I could spend hours in there but not move a second in reality.

"Oh, it's wrecked." The man sighed and fiddled with parts of the engine.

"Pretty efficiently too." The Doctor walked around and looked at the screen, using his sonic screwdriver again. Also, the return of the useless glasses, "Someone knew what they were doing."

"Where's Korwin? Has anyone heard from him or Ashton?" The woman looked around for another person.

"No." I hear the man's voice reply.

I opened my eyes and exited the library. I went to the Doctor's side and pointed at some things that might've helped and muttered small ideas under my breath, "Why would someone purposely destroy the ship. If the only thing on board is the crew, then the crew did it. It'd have to be one who was working on engine maintenance. They said everything space-worthy. They've probably got different tasks and this mess was done by the person who handles engines."

The woman ran over to the intercom on the wall, "Korwin, Ashton? Where are you? Korwin, can you answer?" She looked up at the higher compartment, "Where the hell is he? He should be up there."

A man climbed up to check, rattling the chains hanging on the wall.

I looked back at the monitor and smiled, "This is fun, isn't it?"

"Oh, we're in the Torajii system," The Doctor gave a small smile, "Lovely. Charls, this is a long way from Earth. Half a universe away."

I smirked, "Are you going to fix the engine or do I have to do it?" I looked down at the watch and thought of the Torajii system. It whirred and the circles spun, "Hey! It is the Torajii system, the sun's name is Torajii. That's funny, init? We don't call our system the Sun - oh wait. Wait, no, we do."

"But you've never seen anything like this, you've never been off...oooh" The Doctor realized, "You've been in the library, haven't you?"

"Both the TARDIS' and mine." I nodded, "You should really check out the books you've got stored. Really interesting stuff." I wiggled my eyebrows and the Doctor ducked his head with a stutter.

I laughed and turned to the woman, "You're using energy scoops for fusion, right? I read somewhere that it was illegal. Maybe not in this part of the universe though, wasn't a very detailed book..."

She glanced at her crewmate and tilted her head, "We're due to upgrade next docking." She walked away from me, "Scannell, engine report."

I scoffed, "Rude, that one is. I'll tell you, I hope that I'm a little bit nicer than that." I took a breath, "Sorry, I'm getting ahead of myself. Being rude, right?"

I moved on and shifted gears in my head, Engine first personality later. I ran to Scannell, apparently a person who knew the engine. The Doctor and I watched as he was unsuccessful with the monitor.

"No response." Scannell hurried over to the other side of the engine.

"What?" The lady said with disbelief.

"They're burnt out." Scannell examined some chords and threw them to the floor, "The controls are wrecked. I can't get them back online."

"Really? Giving up?" I teased.

The Doctor bumped my shoulder and whispered, "I know that you're still figuring things out but you're getting ahead of yourself."

"Easy for you to say." I scoffed and shook my head, "Sorry." I apologized.

He nodded and went back to the crew. He slipped off the useless glasses, "Auxiliary engines. Every craft's got auxiliaries."

"We don't have access from here," the woman told him, hands on her hips, "The auxiliary controls are in the front of the ship."

Scannell piped up, "Yeah, with twenty nine password sealed doors between us and them. You'll never get there in time."

"Just override them." I said with a well no duh tone.

"No, sealed closure means what it said." Scannell faced me, "They're all dead-lock sealed."

The Doctor took in a breath, "So a sonic screwdriver's no use."

I shook my head, "Doctor, that thing of yours really needs to be fixed up. Oh, wait, sorry. I'm being rude again, right? Whole we're-gonna-die situation and I'm making comments. I get it now, ok." I cleared my throat, "Continue."

Scannell looked at me funny then continued, "Nothing's any use. We've got no engines, no time, and no chance."

The Doctor's voice went high, "Oh, listen to you. Defeated before you've even started. Where's your Dunkirk spirit?"

I raised my eyebrows at him. How come he's allowed to be rude? I said the same thing earlier and got scolded!

"Who's got the door passwords?" The Doctor asked at a normal volume while turning to the woman.

She looked very frustrated with the situation but she wasn't the one who answered.

"They're randomly generated." A man strolled towards us, "Reckon I know most of them. Sorry, Riley Vashti."

The Doctor nodded at him, "Then what are you waiting for, Riley Vashti? Get on it."

"Well, it's a two person job." Riley turned around and grabbed something off the wall, "One, a technish for the questions, and the other to carry this. The oldest and cheapest security system around, eh, Captain?" He looked at the lady with the system slung over his shoulder.

"Reliable and simple, just like you, eh, Riley?" She answered sarcastically.

"Try and be helpful, get abuse. Nice." Riley joked.

I stepped forward, "I can help. Big ol' library in my brain. Should be useful for the questions."

"It's remotely controlled by the computer panel. That's why it needs two." Riley slipped on the huge backpack and backed towards the first door.

I glanced at the Doctor, he was worried, "Oi. Be careful," he whispered.

I smiled, "When am I not?" I waved my arms and gestured to him, "You'd better be here when I get back. We're stuck together now."

I walked with Riley to the first panel and he started setting up. I saw the Doctor and the Captain run past us. I watched the Doctor's face carefully, I guessed something was wrong with one of the crew. It was the same look he gave me when we were in the medbay of the TARDIS.

"Get those doors open!" The Doctor shouted as he ran past.

Riley had given me a giant wheel thing that was the same shape as the door's handle. A clamp, he told me.

"Is this a difficult job? Like does imminent death happen often?" I paused and read his face, "Oh, wrong timing."

He huffed and finished typing, "All right. Fix the clamp on."

I placed the clamp on the door, "What're you typing. I'm guessing code? Or maybe there's barriers in front of the questions."

Riley glanced at me, "Each door's trip code is the answer to a random question set by the crew. Nine tours back, we got drunk, thought them up. Reckoning was, if we're hijacked, we're the only ones who know all the answers."

"Drunk? Is it fun, I've never had alcohol. At least I haven't." I rambled as I held the clamp to the door.

"Not the time." He muttered.

"Right, sorry." I nodded.

"This sends an unlock pulse to the clamp, but we only get one chance per door. Get it wrong, the whole system freezes." Riley explained.

I scoffed, "You don't have a rule of thirds here? Three strikes you're out? Three lives? No? Oh, right, yeah, I'll stop now."

He looked away, "You're like a child, you are. Okay, date of SS Pentallian's first flight. That's alright. Go!"

The clamp beeped and lit up green, the door swung open.

"Brilliant!" I shouted and smiled.

"Twenty eight more to go!" Riley noted and ran through with the backpack.

As we arrived at the next door, the Doctor came on the intercom.

"Charls? Riley? How're you doing?" He asked.

I shouted at the ceiling, "We're doing fine! Area twenty nine, door twenty eight. Did you know that he called me a child! I mean he's got a good reason to, I've been rambling like you do when you're fiddling with the TARDIS."

"Charls!" The Doctor shouted, "Focus. You've got to move faster."

"Sorry!" I shouted, "We'll do our best."

"Find the next number in the sequence: 313, 331, 367." Riley read out the question, "What?" He looked to me for help.

I raised an eyebrow, "You said the crew knew all the answers."

He looked at me with wide eyes, "The crew's changed since we set all the questions."

I moved my head back and forth, "Makes sense."

"379." The Doctor said over the speaker.

"Yeah, yeah, I know." I rolled my eyes, "Happy primes. I'm not stupid."

"Charls." The Doctor reminded me to not get ahead of myself. I took a breath and nodded to Riley.

"Are you sure?" Riley asked, "We only get one chance."

"Any number that reduces to one when you take the sum of the square of its digits and you continue iterating until it yields one is a happy number." The Doctor explained quickly, "Any number that doesn't, isn't. A happy prime is a number that is both happy and prime. Now type it in! I don't know, talk about dumbing down! Don't they teach recreational mathematics any more?"

I sighed, "Sorry, he's a bit in a hurry."

The clamp turned green and I stumbled through the door.

"We're going to the next door!" I told the Doctor.

"Keep moving, fast as you can, and Charls - take this seriously and be careful." The Doctor sighed, "There may be something else on board this ship."

"I'm nervous, Doctor," I attached the clamp, "I think faster when I'm nervous - we should get through this in no time. And if you have a problem with how I handle my nervousness you can shove off!"

"Will do, thanks." The Doctor said in a small voice.

"Impact in thirty fifty." The computer announced.

"Personally, I would've updated the questions with each crew change but I suppose that's too much work. Is that the next one?" I looked at the monitor.

"Oh, this is a nightmare," Riley hung his head in his hand, "Classical music. Who had the most pre-download number ones: Elvis Presley or The Bea-tles?" He looked at me, "How are we supposed to know that?"

I sighed and went to the intercom, "Doctor?"

"What is it now?" He sounded exhausted.

"Just wondering who had more number ones: Elvis or The Beatles? Pre-download, of course." I asked while looking through my library.

"Elvis," the Doctor said then exclaimed, "No! The Beatles! No! Wait! Um...um...oh, what was that remix? Um, I don't know. I am a bit busy."

I laughed, "It's okay, I found the answer."

"Couldn't have gotten it earlier?" The Doctor asked sarcastically.

I snickered, "Big library. Tons of information, do ya know? There's loads of stuff about music in here. Of course, it's not very well organized. I don't have time for that and I'm not even sure how I know most of this stuff." I smiled and knocked my head.

"The answer?" Riley asked.

I took a breath, "Oh! Right, it's Elvis." Then turned around, "Really? Elvis had more? That is surprising."

The door beeped open and we went through.

"How did you know the answer if you didn't know the answer?" Riley asked while setting up the next question.

I fiddled with my hands, "It's complicated. Was someone talking over the intercom?"

"Yeah, sounded like Kowrin, the Captain's husband. Was saying something like 'Burn with me.'" Riley reiterated.

A scream echoed over the intercom, long and loud.

"Now, that's certainly not good." I huffed, "Doctor, what was that?"

"Doesn't matter to you right now." The Doctor shouted, "Concentrate on those doors, you've got to keep moving."

"Impact in twenty seven oh six." The computer announced.

I growled, "Shut up!"

"Everybody listen to me," the Captain's voice crackled onto the speaker, "Something has infected Korwin. We think...he killed Abi Lerner. None of you must go anywhere near him, is that clear?"

I looked at the speakers. Infected? That's a bit of an understatement if you say that he's killed someone. Well, he could have been a mass murder in disguise but that's highly unlikely. Who would marry a killer? I shook my head and focused on the questions.

3rd Person P.O.V. (I feel like I've been using Charl's P.O.V. too much but I really like using it because it lets you get in their brain so I hope you don't mind if I keep using it)

They'd made it pretty far so Charls decided to check in on the Doctor. His voice made it sound like something bad happened. Maybe a crew member died. Whatever it was, it was normal. Charls didn't feel anything strange hanging in the air like with New New York and there wasn't anything broken like with Lazarus. Everything was regular as regular could be on a crashing-into-the-sun spaceship.

"Doctor, we're at area seventeen." Charls shouted.

"Keep going. You've got to get to area one and reboot those engines." The Doctor said.

"Come on!" Riley smacked the computer, "Everything on this ship is so cheap."

Charls shrugged, "As long as it works."

The bulkhead door to their right opened up, steam drifting out.

"Who's there?" Riley called.

Charls set down the clamp and followed Riley to the door. He approached with caution, his left side leading. A figure was barely visible through the smoke.

"Do you think that's Korwin?" They asked quietly.

"No, wait a minute." Riley looked closer and relaxed as the figure came out of the mist.

He was wearing heavy gloves, a red helmet and looked like a dude that Charls had met earlier.

"Oh, Ashton, what're you doing?" Riley had a crooked smile.

Ashton walked closer, "Burn with me."

Charls' instincts snapped, not sure which side, but judging by their reaction it was their Gray side. They wanted to run. To hide and never be seen. They thought it was a bit of a dramatic reaction to a man in a helmet. Charls clenched her fist and held still.

Riley went closer, "Well, if you want to help-"

"Burn with me." Ashton said in a warbled and deep voice, "Burn with me." He raised his arm to lift the Polaroid filter on the helmet.

Charls moved, finally, a combination of human and Gray. They slammed a button on the control panel and grabbed Riley by the shoulder.

"That is not Ashton, now run!" They dragged Riley through a door that had opened up.

On the other side of the door was a hatch. Charls could just think of the thousands of ways for the situation to end badly. Millions, even. Riley opened the hatch as Ashton knocked on the door. Riley shut the door and Charls heard Ashton typing something outside.

"What's he doing?" Charls asked, keeping my eyes on the door.

"Airlock sealed. Jettison escape pod." The computer announced.

"Of all the things I had to pick an escape pod!" Charls exclaimed as Riley started typing on the computer, "Fucking really? My instincts are absolute shit! Doctor!" Charls then concluded that their Gray instincts liked to run and hide so this was a pretty good outcome for that side. Escape pods were perfect for hiding and running. However, human instincts can go either way and the human in Charls was very upset with the flight response. Charls groaned, "Why do I have to be so complicated?"

"Pod jettison initiated." The computer announced.

"Doctor! We're in an escape pod in area seventeen's airlock." Charls yelled into the mic, "Sort of my fault. Well, the Gray's fault. Anyways, one of the crew's jettisoning us. Sorta in need of some help. If you're not too busy." They shut themselves up and took a breath. Charls sighed and wondered if they'd be able to stop rambling. Maybe it would be a permanent thing but they really didn't want that. It wasted a lot of time.

"You should be able to stop it." They told Riley.

"Jettison held." The computer announced.

"Thank you." Riley relaxed and panted.

"Jettison reactivated."

"Oh come on!" Charls exclaimed.

Riley continued to frantically type while Charls made small suggestions. The pod began to rumble.

"Tsilpinski sequence! Try that." Charls suggested.

"Jettison held. Escape pod stabilized." The computer announced.

"You're pretty good." Riley smirked.

"Well, thanks but he's still going." They nodded towards Ashton.

Riley groaned and continued typing. Charls could hear the faintest footsteps outside the door, then the Doctor's voice followed by a loud rumble.

"Jettison activated." The computer announced.

Riley stopped, "He's smashed the circuit. I can't stop it. I can't stop it!"

Charls went over to the hatch and examined the door, "I can't bust through this. I'm not nearly strong enough to bust glass this thick and even if I could - my hand's still injured."

"Airlock decompression completed. Jettisoning pod." The computer announced.

The Doctor's head popped into view at the door. Charls gave him a sad smile.

"I'll save you!" They saw him shout.

Charls shook their head. They knew that he'd be able to get to them, but not now.