The TARDIS landed and filled the hub room. The door would comfortably fit the Maraxi. Neither human was entirely surprised, it was a relative dimension in space after all. But it did surprise them when the Doctor and Maraxi stepped out they were all the same giant size. (Spacey-wacey if you'll forgive me.)

'Hey Pond—and Williams. I'm big now. Look.' He twirled for them. The Doctor directed the Maraxi into the ship and asked the small humans take his sonic and join them in the ship. The mutineers stood to one size, one of them secretly armed. Various Hadji and First Forward Hoxasi were standing on the other side. The humans were below decks, out of the way just in case there was any trampling.

'So your Second Forward has informed me that you got back sixty years after you left, but that was a bit of a fib, wasn't it?' said the Doctor.

Second Forward Dosa didn't look ashamed. 'I figured that the timelines would work around it.'

'Afraid not. Time is what it is. Once you looked at it, it crystalised.' The Doctor let a pause hang in the air. 'Still, you return to a hero's welcome. It seems the information reached your government of a time-space displacement event. Engineer Tem and Isas, could you arrange the temporal co-ordinates please? And keep an eye on them, they might change around. First Forward Hoxasi, spatial co-ordinates. I've set it to Marax, I'm sure you know the co-ordinates of the secret international research station?'

They followed their orders and set about working the controls. They were unusual, but not impossible thanks to the translation matrix. The Doctor worked controls, explaining as he went: 'I'm going to re-route the on-board spatial navigator with the comfort settings, and hopefully doing that alongside executing a matrix sequencer I can…' and he paused for a drumroll that only sounded in his head, 'return to sender.'

A switch was flipped and as the TARDIS began its roaring the glass column in the centre of the console rose and fell. They were in the vortex and shaking violently, buffeted by waves and currents of time-spaces.

And then suddenly, they stopped. The TARDIS was suspended in the time vortex, and the roaring had quietened.

The Doctor pressed more buttons. 'It's been a pleasure but keep me out of it. Time Lords wouldn't like me getting involved.'

The Maraxi began to fade out as the TARDIS is known to do. First Forward Hoxasi saluted her farewell and was gone.

'Now, mates! We have a ship to get rid of and continents to send on their way.' He scampered down the stairs to find the waist-height Amy and Rory. 'Oh yes,' he laughed. 'You still have the sonic?'

Amy buzzed it. 'I hope you don't expect us to be this small forever.'

'No, no.' The Doctor went back to the console and slung his elastic arms over it. The TARDIS shook violently again, and they returned to Kessas Aen. Only this time Amy and Rory, when they stepped out, where able to comfortably fit in the corridors of the ship, they were a little bigger than the Maraxi had been.

'Go to the console room. Set it to burrow then detonate. That should help the continental drift and get rid of any alien technology. Give yourselves ten minutes and leg it as far as you can.'

Rory was tired and Amy was glad of something to do. 'Easy,' she said.

'And then when you come back, you'll be human—norm—relatively sized?' asked Rory.

'Yes.' The Doctor closed the TARDIS door and then opened it again. 'Also use the sonic to signal me.'

'How, it's just a button.'

'It's psychic. Just press until it feels right.'

With that the TARDIS vanished and Amy and Rory set to destroying the ship. Rory held the torches and Amy held the sonic. At their new size they could better appreciate the organic nature of the ship. It was like it was almost alive, the walls could be moved, the terminal predicted Amy's request. The self-destruct protocols were waiting, along with a synthesises picnic.

The struts and walkways over the lava gave Rory more pause this time, but Amy, in heeled boots, strutted over them and to the terminal. Rory grabbed the picnic as she activated the self-destruct. She set it at an hour, figuring the burrowing and self-destruction would cause major shifts.

They picnicked on a hilltop some distance away, overlooking the sinking ship with the sonic pulsing out a signal every few seconds. The food was not that exciting, there was tea and Jammy Dodgers and something approximating a sandwich.

'This is nice. This wasn't too… anything,' said Rory.

'Yeah. I suppose it was. See, it's not always going to be sexy fish vampires and escaped shape-shifting slime-snake prisoners and Stepford psychos.'

'I don't think I'll ever get used to it.'

'No, me neither.'

Rory looked at her. Amy looked back.

'What?' she asked.

'You just… You seem pretty cool with everything already.'

Amy smiled and shrugged. 'Yeah, but I'm cool with everything anyway.' She let a pause hang between them. She let her hand find his. 'It's weird for me too, stupid face. My imaginary friend is real. Aunt Sharon sent me to therapy. I'm pretty sure Mel even just says she believed to wind me up and see me go.'

'But you just take in your stride.'

'I know. What else can I do? Panic and be no help to anyone? It's why you love me.'

'One of many reasons.'

'Pond!—And Williams!' called the Doctor appearing from nowhere. He grabbed food and sat down, then looked over at them. 'Oh, should I leave? Were you about to kiss?'

'No. It's fine. Stay. We didn't hear you land. Take the breaks off?'

'No. You probably didn't hear me with all the snogging,' he said petulantly. 'Where'd you get the picnic from?'

'The ship synthesised it,' said Rory.

'Aw, that was nice. I have to thank you both for not causing trouble while I was away. You wouldn't believe the trouble my other friends got me into in the past.'

'Leather bikini?' asked Amy.

'Time Lady Leelandredloomsagwinaechegesima of the Sevateem… and yes. All of them. Mostly all of them. No, all of them.'

'But you left the sonic?' said Rory.

'A show of good faith. Well okay then, just in case it got worse, it was good to know that was there to keep you safe. But thank you for not.'

'So how did they're people know about the time teleport?' asked Rory.

Amy looked at him as if it was obvious, and when she did, he understood.

'I did. Just then, when I went to re-size the TARDIS for you, I made sure they knew there someone there to catch what I threw out. The joys of time travel. You can always play cricket with yourself. Oh! On that thought—Circe Do Sole in Hyper-Particle Gravity, then to Karass Don Salva for the beautiful meadows and the best, and safest,' the nodded to Rory, who was disappointed but not surprised to find himself considered a wet-blanket, 'light speed go-carting.'