To sum everything that happened to Theodore within weeks time, it's been a rollercoaster, since the Sontaran and when his uncle pushed him and Lila into the TARDIS.

Oh, the adventures that mischievous machine threw them in, it's a miracle they're even alive to tell it. For Lila, it's a miracle that she kept her head, because it's a lot to take in when she's never experienced such a thing before, and she's finding her footing, relying on the skills and aptitude from her father and his navy background.

There's been conspiracies, aliens, tyrannical governments, many more, and they've dealt with them by the skin of their teeth. The moment they found themselves back in their world, Lila must've sat in her chair for a while, trying to acclimate back to her routine, and failing.

Having experienced her time in the TARDIS, Lila's seeing what Hamon meant, there's no going back to normal, not after seeing the business end of a Sontaran blaster and seeing it in use, with only a limestone wall guarding her. She's not missing running for her life, that much apparent, and for Theodore, he's wondering to himself how his father dealt with it all, because it wasn't any easier for him.

The way his father put it, Theodore should've been tact by the seventh adventure, but alas, he wasn't as agile like his father, and if not for Lila's help, he'd lost his head, too.

Their countless adventures only resulted in them losing a full day and for Lila, the time dilution isn't helping her at all, as she's unable to process the fact they've only been gone a day. The three hours from the first time's already pushing it, but this broke the camel's back.

Theodore helped her by explaining that she'll get used to it eventually, the more she travels back and forth, it'll be easier on her, and she won't feel like she's jet lagged as much as she's feeling from the time dilution.

Frowning, Lila conceded as the two spent time in her flat trying to recover from the marathon of adventuring that machine made them take part in.

Almost a miracle it let them come home, considering, but Theodore said they'll have to survey the TARDIS and ensure everything's in proper order and to make sure there's plenty of snacks and such for the long haul. Not a lot of food's edible for humans and hybrids, alike.

There's things even Theodore couldn't eat despite his physiology.

"Okay, but can we not do that so soon?" Lila asked him to rain check it for another time. She just wants to go into the bathroom, sit in her tub for a couple of hours, and try to sleep.

Nodding, Theodore told her that the TARDIS allowed them time to spend in their universe, Lila has enough to collect herself before the next adventure, and she audibly groaned.

Looking at the time, Theodore excused himself and reentered the TARDIS where it disappeared from Lila's flat and into his.

As soon as he stepped out, Theodore went straight into the loo, threw off his clothes, and showered off the grime and sweat he accumulated over the course of the adventures. Having no time to wash, it's a miracle he wasn't sanctioned from the BO he's producing. His clothes hardly faired better and Theodore now understood why his father wore those drab clothes that smelled of smoke and what else. Hard to clean them when he's always on the run from something. Must've been a dream when he hung up his scarf that'll never smell again.

As he came out of the loo, washed, and readied to sprawl out on his bed for a couple of hours. He didn't even want to look at his mobile, just wanted to sleep away in his bed.

Alas, his brother had a different idea, the fiend.

Just before he even got to touch the plush comforter, his brother immediately telepathed with him, and oh, Theodore didn't even want to entertain the thought of it.

His brother hounded him for information on his whereabouts and what happened to him, everything down to the letter, and Theodore begrudgingly told his brother the things that happened before topping it off with, "Now quiet, I want to rest in my own bed for once!"

Shutting out his brother, Theodore jumped into his bed and proceeded to have a long rest after seven adventures worth of stress.

By the time Theodore woke up, he noticed he slept the day away, and pushed himself out of his bed. Went to shower and noticed Lila sent him a text inquiring if he wanted to grab something to eat.

She woke up herself and had no interest in cooking breakfast, only wanting the taste of something already made without pushing buttons on the microwave.

Theodore couldn't agree more and accepted her offer as he readied for the day.

Eying the TARDIS suspiciously, Theodore asked it, "Are you going to interrupt my breakfast?"

Better know now than later if Theodore's going to have to run off his breakfast and the TARDIS remained quiet.

Going towards the front door, Theodore sighed as he exited his flat, locked it tight, and headed off to breakfast.

For once, he didn't mind the bustling traffic of people and vehicles, some sense of normalcy since he inherited the title as the Doctor.

Yawning, Theodore found himself in front of the cafe Lila chose and entered. He found her sitting in the corner booth with a tall drink in front of her and two plates worth of food.

Looking up, Lila watched as Theodore sat down across from her.

"Slept at all?" Lila asked him as she shared a plate of food with him until the waitress came and took his order.

Figured he deserved a big breakfast for everything he managed to do with his two hands in the seven adventures and made the waitress eye him with amazement as he topped off his order.

She wrote it all down without missing a beat and left for the other tables before heading to the counter with the orders.

"I don't know how he did it," Theodore yawned as he cupped his hand over his mouth.

Shrugging her burgundy sweater arms, Lila mused that it must be ancient Time Lord secret.

Or he was a caffeine fiend.

Both?

Either way, Theodore has to figure out how to achieve similar results since the TARDIS practically kidnapped him and wouldn't hesitate to do it again if he so much as try to ask for time off.

"So, I have a question," Lila thought of a question.

Theodore asked what that is and Lila asked, "What happens if you can't be the Doctor anymore, like does it go away, again?"

Maybe not so soon considering, but Lila wondered when the time comes Theodore must make the choice, what'll become of the TARDIS?

Theodore replied that it'll search out for the next in line, as is tradition, and he won't know when that day comes when he'll give up his title.

Wherever the TARDIS goes, he can't be certain, but he knows it'll dutifully look for the next Doctor.

"But, Theo, what'll happen if it can't?" Lila brought up a question that even Theodore's father never entertained.

What happens when the TARDIS can't find a replacement Doctor?

Whatever reason, it can't find the replacement and aimlessly searches, what then?

Thinking on that, Theodore grew solemn as he said that he doesn't know what'll happen then, he only knows that his father willed that there needed to be a Doctor at any point in time, no matter who or what.

Their conversation stopped when the waitress returned with his drink and plates of food that filled the table, filling the air with aroma from various foods he ordered.

Poised with a fork and spoon, Theodore consumed his dietary need of a complete breakfast. Topped with cranberry pancakes with whipped cream and powdered sugar.

Switching between plates, he consumed savory and sweet, cutting pancakes and such, but his need to eat caused him to accidentally cut himself with the knife he used to cut the slice of ham.

"You alright?" Lila asked him as he retracted his hand and grabbed a napkin, holding it to his finger.

Theodore nods as he says that a little cut won't hurt him, compared to the instances of him and Lila nearly getting hurt worse, it's a cakewalk, and he'll heal just fine. It's just a cut.

However, his finger looking plum red and blood pushing out of the cut, he couldn't overlook the sight, before he excused himself and left for the loo to wash his finger off.

Sighing, Lila said to herself, "He'll make a Hobbit look like they're dieting at this rate!"

Looking at the emptied plates carefully stacked on the edge of the table for the waitress to grab on her way around the cafe, Lila shakes her head as she resumed eating from her seemingly modest plate of roast beef with the works.

Hey, Lila deserves to treat herself as much as Theodore does.

As she's eating, Lila couldn't help but notice three individuals looking towards her at the boot ahead of her and Theodore's.

One's like an older man with a curly mustache.

One's a younger man with dark hair sticking out from underneath his bowler hat.

The last one's a woman with a piece of bacon sticking out the side of her mouth.

Seeing the tall stack of plates from a table with only two people, yeah, Lila can understand why they're looking at her with a mix of confusion and amazement.

That's something you can't exactly explain without looking like you have two heads.

She returned to eating from her plate when Theodore returned, his finger stopped bleeding and the cut sealed like it wasn't even there, and Lila asked about it.

"I'm fine," Theodore thanked her for her concerns.

Rather, Lila pointed out, "Good, I don't have to hear it from your brother that you felled from cutting ham of all things."

Sticking his tongue at her, Theodore then returned to finishing off his breakfast with Lila, and after their plates gone back to the kitchen, they paid their bills before leaving the cafe.

"So, what, Time Lords can't get indigestion?" Lila asked him as they're walking.

Theodore shrugged as he replied, "Not that my father ever said anything about it, no."

It's amusing to know that Theodore can eat all that and not feel like his stomach wanted to kill him for overeating, but Lila envied that, especially when she learnt that he didn't have to worry about packing on the weight.

Lucky.

As they're walking down the sidewalk, three people stood at the spot they just walked past.

The older gentleman in the middle.

The woman on his left side.

The younger man on his right side.

In the older gentleman's hand, the bloodied napkin.