14. The Lifetime of Kazran Sardick
"Oh my goodness," Tory mumbled, looking at the screen, detecting a distress signal from the spaceship that she and the Doctor booked for Amy and Rory honeymoon. "Welp, I'm so glad I gave that small device to Rory," she mumbled, before looking beside her. "Well?"
"On it!" He said, sending a message to the spaceship so Amy and Rory know that they get the message while also locating the source of the cloud that's messing with the spaceship for landing. "I've got the location!"
Both soon get out as the TARDIS materializes on a roof. Tory spots a chimney near the TARDIS. "Oh goodie!" She beamed. "A chimney!"
The Doctor smiles and without any consideration, he immediately jumps inside while yelling, "Geronimo!"
"Wait!" She yelled, takes some steps back, before also jumping and screaming, "WAHOOO!"
Next thing she knows, she's covering in dust, landing with her face on the floor. She soon stands up beside the Doctor, who also covers in dust and cleaning himself off.
"Ah! Yes, blimey. Sorry! Christmas Eve on a rooftop, saw a chimney, my whole brain just went, 'What the hell!"' He explained and walks to a child. "Don't worry, fat fella will be doing the rounds later. I'm just scoping out the general... chimney-ness. Yes," he agreed and leans against chimney as Tory's cleaning herself from the dust while looking around. "Nice size, good traction... big tick!"
"Fat fella?" A man asked.
"You know, Father Christmas, Santa Claus," Tory replied. "Or Jeff, as we know him personally."
"There's no such person as Father Christmas," the boy argued.
"Oh, yeah?" The Doctor pulls out black and white photo. "Me, my sister, and Father Christmas, Frank Sinatra's hunting lodge, 1952. See him at the back with the blonde... Albert Einstein. The four of us together... hrrroom! Watch out! Okay? Keep the faith, stay off the naughty list. Ooh! Now, what's this?"
"Something's great to touch upon!" Tory replied and runnung to a large control panel. "Whoa. I must say, this is some advance technology!"
"And I love this, a big flashy lighty thing, that's what brought us here," the Doctor noted, walks beside her. "Big flashy lighty things have got me written all over them. Not actually, but give me time and a crayon, or maybe a sword. My sister loves a good sword." He sits in a chair and swivels to face the old man. "Now, this big flashy lighty thing is connected to the spire in your dome, yeah, and it controls the sky."
"Technically," Tory added as she moves around, looking at the old man and the room carefully. "It controls the clouds of tiny particles of ice. But since it's waaay complicated, I guess controlling clouds are much more easy."
"Who's she?" The Doctor asked, pointing at a blonde woman inside a chamber.
"Nobody important," the old man bitterly replied.
"Nobody important?" The Doctor stands up, looking at the woman, before looking serious at the old man. "Blimey, that's amazing. Do you know, in 900 years of time and space, I've never met anyone who wasn't important before," he claimed, frowns for a moment, before goes back to console and begins using the controls. "Now, this console is the key to saving that ship, or I'll eat my hat... if I had a hat. I'll eat someone's hat. Not someone who's using their hat. I don't want to shock a nun, or something. Sorry, rambling, cos... cos this isn't working!"
"Because it's isomorphic, brother dear," Tory responded. "Only work on certain people. In this case," she glances at the old man, "our Ebenezer Scrooge."
"Isomorphic! There's no such thing!" He huffed before the old man reaches across and flips a switch, shutting the machine off and turns it back on. The Doctor tries the same switch and nothing happens. He then runs his sonic screwdriver over the controls then at the older man and read the results. "These controls are isomorphic!"
"The skies of this entire world are mine. My family tamed them, and now I own them," the older man shared.
"Tamed the sky? What does that mean?"
"It means I'm Kazran Sardick. How can you two possibly not know who I am?"
"Not really care," Tory shrugged. "But aside that. We need your help."
"Make an appointment."
"There are 4.003 people in a spaceship trapped in your machine. They're going to die if you don't stop this machine."
"Yes."
Tory narrows her eyes. "You sure about that? You sure about responsible for let that happen?"
"Well, I'm going to. Bye-bye. Bored now," Kazran simply remarked. "Chuck!"
One of his servants takes the Time Lords by the shoulders to escort them out. Tory quickly uses her power to send them away, leaving everyone in shock.
Kazran, sitting in a chair, looks at Tory carefully. "Ooh, look at you, looking all tough now."
"There are 4.003 people we won't allow to die tonight," the Doctor declared, glares at Kazran. "Do you know where that puts you?"
"Where?"
"4.004. The difference? You're a massacre," Tory mocked.
"Was that a sort of threat-y thing?"
"Whatever happens tonight, remember... you brought it on yourself," the Doctor added.
"Yeah, yeah, right," Kazran leered. "Get those two out of here. And next time, try and find me some funny poor people."
Both Time Lords are forced towards the door along with the family. The boy picks up a lump of coal and throws it at Kazran, hitting him on the head. He storms over to him and raises his hand to hit him. Tory immediately moves forward and stands between them, daring Kazran.
"No, stop, don't!" The Doctor yelled.
"Don't you dare! You leave him!" The man, presumely the boy's father, shouted.
Tory frowns when Kazran freezes in place, not hitting her or the boy. "Get him out of here! Get that foul-smelling family out of here! Out!"
The family is taken from the room.
"We're going!" The boy glares at Kazran as he and his family leave the room.
Kazran heads back to his chair but stops when he sees the Time Lords still there. "What? What do you want?"
"A simple life. But you didn't hit the boy," the Doctor pointed out.
"Well, I will next time!"
"No, you won't," Tory disagreed, crossing her arms at her chest. Wanna know why?"
"Get out! Get out of this house!" Kazran snapped.
"The chairs. I noticed there's a portrait on the wall behind. The man in the potrait looks like you, but since the painting's too old, I assume it's your father on the painting. All the chairs are angled away from it. Your father's been dead for 20 years. But you still uncomfortable where he can see you. There's a Christmas tree in the painting, but none in this house, on Christmas Eve, of all things. You're scared of him and you're scared of becoming like him," Tory described her analysis.
"And good for you, you're not like him, not really," the Doctor continued, impress that Tory can catch that all quickly. "Do you know why?"
"Why?" Kazran asked.
"Because you didn't hit the boy nor my sister. Merry Christmas, Mr. Sardick."
"I despise Christmas!"
"You shouldn't," Tory shook her head as they're walking away. "It's very you, actually."
"It's what? What do you mean?"
"Halfway out of the dark," the Doctor simply said before he and Tory leave.
Both just get out of Kazran's house when they heard a beeping inside Tory's overall dress pocket. She soon takes Martha's phone and answers it. "Have you got a plan yet?" Amy asked.
"Yes, we do," the Doctor replied.
"Quirky girl, is your brother's lying?"
"Duh."
"Don't treat me like an idiot, you two."
"Was he lying?" Rory asked.
"No, no," Amy quickly replied.
"Okay. The good news. We've tracked the machine that unlocks the cloud belt. We could use it to clear you a flight corridor and you could land easily," the Doctor shared.
"Oh, hey. Hey, that's great news."
"Sadly, we can't control the machine," Tory informed. "We did met a man who can but problem is, he's a jerk who also hate us.
"Were you being extra annoying and cheerful while the Doctor being extra charming and clever?"
They look at each other. "Yeah. How did you know?" The Doctor inquired.
"Lucky guess."
"Sir? Miss?" The man before called.
"Hang on," the Doctor told Amy as Tory put down the phone, both walking to the man.
"I've never seen anybody stand up to Mister Sardick like that. Bless you, Sir, Miss, and merry Christmas," he praised them and shakes their hand too.
"Merry Christmas to you as well," Tory answered with a big smile.
"You'd better get inside. The fog's thick tonight, and there's a fish warning."
"All right, yeah," the Doctor nods before frowns. "Sorry, fish?"
"Yeah. You know what they're like when they get a bit hungry."
"Yeah, fish, I know fish. Fish?"
"It's all Mister Sardick's fault, I reckon. He always lets a few fish through the cloud layer when he's in a bad mood. Thank you. Bless you once again, Sir, Miss," he said before leaving with his family.
"Fish?" The Doctor muttered.
"Doctor, Tory, the Captain says we've got less than an hour. What should we be doing?" Amy asked.
They both look up at a streetlight and see small fish swimming around it like moths. "Now, why would people be frightened of you tiny little fellas?" The Doctor pondered, holds up his hand and the fish come closer to his hand. "Look at you, sweet little fishy-wishies. Mind you, fish in the fog, so the cloud cover... Ooh. Careful up there."
"Oh great, thanks, Doctor, because there was a real danger we were all going to nod off. We've got less than an hour!"
Tory looks at nearby clock. "Yeah, I agree."
Suddenly, Ding Dong Merrily on High begins to play over loudspeakers.
"Doctor? Tory? How are you getting us off here?"
"Oh, just give us a minute!" The Doctor mumbled to himself. "Can't use the TARDIS, cos it can't lock on. So that ship needs to land, but it can't land unless a very bad man suddenly decides to turn nice, just in time for Christmas Day!"
"Maybe we can!" Tory chimmed in, having an idea in her head. "Like those ghosts that visited Ebenezer Scrooge!"
"Tory, I can't hear you. What is that? Is that singing?"
"A Christmas carol, Amy."
"A what?"
"A Christmas carol."
"A what?"
"A Christmas carol!" The Doctor snapped.
"Doctor? Tory?" Amy called, but both Time Lords just smiling at each other.
"It could work," Tory noted.
The Doctor agree. "Kazran Sardick!"
"Doctor! Tory!"
"Merry Christmas, Kazran Sardick!"
"Just wait, Amy!" Tory replied Amy on the phone. "We're going to recreate A Christmas Carol!"
Both of them sneak inside Kazran's house. They found Kazran has fallen asleep in his chair. On a wall, a video recording of a little boy in his bedroom plays. A recording of young Kazran. "Hello. My name is Kazran Sardick. I'm 12 and a half, and this is my bedroom."
"Top secret special project," Kazran mumbled in his sleep.
"This is my top secret special project. For my eyes only. Merry Christmas."
"Kazran, Kazran!" A voice of another man shouted, causing Kazran wakes up and watches the screen as his father, Elliot Sardick, comes into the bedroom. "Kazran, what are you doing? What are you doing?!" The older man peers into the camera. Kazran stands and backs away in fear. "I've warned you before about this, you stupid, ignorant, ridiculous child!"
"I was just going to make a film of the fish," young Kazran explained.
"The fish are dangerous!"
"I just want to see them."
"Don't be stupid, you're far too young!'
"Everyone at school's seen the fish."
"That's enough! You'll be singing to them next, like gypsies."
"The singing works! I've seen it. The fish like the singing," Young Kazran denoted. Current Kazran walks closer to the wall, still looking at the screen.
"What does it matter what fish like?" Elliot Sardick snarled.
"People say we don't have to be afraid of the fish. They're not really interested in us."
"You don't listen to people! You listen to me!" He snapped and slaps Young Kazran. Kazran reaches a hand to his cheek, recalling the pain of his father's slap.
"Ow!" Young Kazran cried. "I'm sorry, Father."
"This is my house!"
Young Kazran has his head down on the desk, crying. Tory feels so bad to him. She's infinitely glad to had a loving parents, despite received her injustice outside her family domain with Time Lords' society.
The Doctor slowly puts a hand on Kazran shoulder, causing him to jerks away, looking at him and Tory. "It's okay. It's okay," he assured Kazran.
"What have you done? What is this?" Kazran demanded.
"Found it on an old drive. Sorry about the picture quality, had to recover the data using quantum enfolding and a paperclip," he explained and sits in Kazran's chair, picks up the newspaper which Tory peeks from behind. "Oh, I wouldn't bother calling your servants, they quit. Apparently they won the lottery at exactly the same time, which is a bit lucky when you think about it."
"There isn't a lottery."
"Strange, right?" Tory smirks, then looking back at the video.
"There's a fog warning tonight. You keep these windows closed, understand? Closed!" Elliot Sardick ordered.
Kazran frowns at them. "Who are you?"
"Tonight, I'm the Ghost Of Christmas Past."
"Mrs Mantovani will be looking after you tonight. You stay here till she comes. Do you understand? Do you understand?"
"Did you ever get to see a fish?" Tory inquired. "When you were 12?"
"What does that matter to you?" Kazran wondered.
"Look how it mattered to you," the Doctor retorted.
"I cried all night, and I learned life's most invaluable lesson."
"Which is?"
"Nobody comes. Get out! Get out of my house!"
"Jeez. Okay, we're leaving!" Tory huffed, annoyed by his sudden outburst. "But me and my brother will be back. Waaay back."
Both nods and leave the room and enter the TARDIS, setting their destination to the past. They soon landed outside young Kazran's room and the boy just look bewildered upon their arrival.
"See? Back!" He shared and opens the window.
"Who are you?" Young Kazran asked.
"Hello! I'm the Historian. Tory, for short. And this is my brother, the Doctor. He's your new babysitter!" Tory introduced as she and the Doctor jumps into the boy's room.
"Where's Mrs. Mantovani?"
"Oh, you'll never guess! Clever old Mrs. Manters, she only went and won the lottery!" The Doctor informed him, jumps on the bed and bounces while Tory just wondering around his bedroom like curious child.
"There isn't any lottery," young Kazran denoted.
"We know. Amazing, right?" Tory beamed as the Doctor jumps off the bed.
"If you're my babysitter, why are you two climbing in the window?"
"Cos if I was climbing out, I'd be going in the wrong direction. Pay attention," the Doctor responded.
"Mrs. Mantovani's always my babysitter."
"Times change," he replied and peers into the camera with Tory. "Wouldn't you say? You see... Christmas Past."
"Who are you talking to?"
"Your future self," Tory specified. "Your past is going to change so your older self also changes. Hopefully, into a better person I'm hope you will become."
Young Kazran shook his head. "I don't understand."
"Well, don't. Otherwise your brain will be exploded by this whole thing."
"Right, then," the Doctor said. "Your bedroom. Great! Let's see, you're 12 years old, so we'll stay away from under the bed. Cupboard! Big cupboard, I love a cupboard." He runs to the cupboard and opens it. "Do you know, there's a thing called a face spider. It's just like a tiny baby's head with spider legs, and it's specifically evolved to scuttle up the backs of bedroom cupboards," he slowly closes the door, "which, yeah, I probably shouldn't have mentioned. Right, so what are we going to do? Eat crisps and talk about girls? I've never actually done that, but I bet it's easy. Girls! Yeah?"
"He's 12, Doctor. Girls isn't in that point yet," Tory commented. After all, she's already 118 years old, and yet still has no interest in any love interest, be it man, woman, or both.
"Are you really a babysitter?" Young Kazran asked again.
"I think you'll find I'm universally recognised as a mature and responsible adult," the Doctor insisted, which makes Tory sniggers in irony. He just ignores her respond and shows Young Kazran his psychic paper.
"It's just a lot of wavy lines."
He looks at paper. "Yeah, it's shorted out. Finally, a lie too big," he puts it away. "Okay, no, not really a babysitter, but it's Christmas Eve. You don't want a real one, you want me."
"Why? What's so special about you?"
"We're going to make you Christmas day special!" Tory revealed with a smile and opens the window. "Fish in the fog, fish in the clouds. You like them, right?"
Young Kazran nods. "My dad's invented a machine to control the cloud belt. Tame the sky, he says. The fish'll be able to come down, but only when we let them. We can charge whatever we like."
"I know. We've seen your father's machine."
"What? You can't have."
"Tame the sky... Human beings," the Doctor shook his head, "you always manage to find the boring alternative, don't you? You want to see one? A fish. We can do that. We can see a fish."
"Aren't you going to tell me it's dangerous?"
Tory snorted. "Can I gives you a secret, Kazran?"
"Yeah?" He replies, curious.
"I'm quite mad," she whispered and smirks. "And right now, I think I know how you'll see a fish."
Tory proposed the idea of using the Doctor's sonic screwdriver to attract the fishs. The signal from the sonic itself will be enough to do so. Which is why, the Doctor holds a string that tied into the sonic screwdriver as they're hiding inside Kazran's cupboard.
"Are there any face spiders in here?" Young Kazran inquired.
"Nah, not at this time of night. They'll all be sleeping in your mattress," the Doctor shrugged. "So why are you so interested in fish?"
"Cos they're scary."
"Good answer," Tory impressed, holding the video recording on her hands.
"Do you actually carrying a real sword?"
"Oh, yeah. An actual one. Wanna hold it?"
Young Kazran beams. "Really?"
"Maybe later," the Doctor interjected, thinking how they're inside a cupboard and waving her sword around might going to cause some harm on them all and Young Kazran's stuff. "Why are you really interested in fish?" He asked instead.
"My school. During the last fog belt, the nets broke and there was an attack. Loads of them, a whole shoal. No-one was hurt, but it was the most fish ever seen below the mountains."
"Were you scared?"
"I wasn't there. I was off sick."
"That's a shame," Tory admitted. "I mean, such a event like that will be quite sensasional."
Young Kazran nods sadly. "It's all anyone ever talks about now, the day the fish came. Everyone's got a story."
"But you don't," the Doctor realized, understand. "I see."
"Why are you recording this?"
"Do you pay attention at school, Kazran?"
"Sorry, what?"
"Cos you're not paying attention now," he simply said.
"Oh yes," Tory whispered as the string is tugging the Doctor's finger.
"Doctor, Tory, are you sure?" Young Kazran asked, worry.
"Trust us on this, Kazran," Tory promised.
"Okay."
"Oi," the Doctor suddenly said, gesturing his bowtie. "Eyes on the tie. Look at me. I wear it and I don't care. Same goes with my sister's bizzare personality and her sword. Trust us."
"Yes."
"That's why it's cool."
The Time Lords slowly enter Young Kazran's room, find a small fish moving around the sonic screwdriver. "Hello, fishy. Let's see," the Doctor greeted as he and Tory walk slowly close to the walls. "Interesting."
"What is it?" Tory asked.
"Crystalline fog. Maybe carrying a tiny electrical charge." He looks at the small fish. "Is that how you fly, little fishy?"
"What kind?" Young Kazran asked from his cupboard. "Can I see?"
"Just stay there, Kazran," Tory assured him.
"Is it big?"
"It's small. No harm..." before she can finishing her words, suddenly, shark swims into the room, swallows the fish and the sonic screwdriver. Both of them jerk back. "Welp! That's escalate quickly. Nevermind what I just said, Kazran! You've got a giant shark!"
"There's a shark in my bedroom?!"
"Yep! A big one! Oooh, I'm loving this!" She soon takes her sword. "Prepare youself... oi!"
"No time!" The Doctor insisted, putting back the sword before dragging her back inside the cupboard without taking his gazes at the shark. He shuts the door and leans against it as the shark butts it with its head.
"What's happening? How there's a shark in my bedroom?!" Young Kazran demanded.
"Well, concentrating on the plusses, you've definitely got a story of your own now," the Doctor blabbered. "Also, we got a good look at the fish, and I understand the fog, which'll help us land a spaceship in the future, and save a lot of lives. And we'll get some readings off my sonic screwdriver when we get it off the shark in your bedroom."
The banging stops.
"Has it gone? What's it doing?" The young boy wondered.
"What do you call it if you don't have any feet, and you're taking a run-up?" The Doctor proposed, grabs both children's hand before pull them from the door just as the shark breaks through, causing them to fall over. Tory snaps her finger, creating a gravity shield between them and the shark.
"It's going to eat us," Young Kazran cried in panic. "It's going to eat us, it's going to eat us... Is it going to eat us?"
"Maybe we're going to eat it, but I don't like the odds," the Doctor quickly responded. "It's stuck, though. Let's see. Tiny brain. If I had my screwdriver, I could probably stun it."
"Well, where's your screwdriver?!"
"Inside that," Tory gestures at the shark's mouth, at the green light that keeps beeping. "Uh, let me see if I can takes it," she added, focusing her hand to keep the shield intact while also taking out the sonic screwdriver. She smiles in satisfaction as the sonic flows into her hand but frowns when it's only half of the screwdriver. At the same time, the shark slowly stops moving and starts to lying on the ground.
Three of them looking at each other, confused.
Later on, Tory (using her power again) carrying the shark into a patio, since Young Kazran wants to free the shark away. While both kids kneeling beside the shark, the Doctor's checking his sonic screwdriver.
"What's the big fishy done to you?" The Doctor wondered, checking it. "Swallowed half of you, that's what. Half a screwdriver, what use is that? Bad, big fishy."
"I think she's dying," Young Kazran muttered.
"I doubt she would," Tory shook her head. "The rest is still inside. Not sure they can survive long outside the cloud belt."
"Can't we get it back up there?" He pleaded, starts to sniffles. "You were just going to take it away. I didn't want to kill it."
"She was trying to eat you," the Doctor denoted.
"She was hungry."
"I'm sorry, Kazran. I can't save her. I could take her back up there, but she'd never survive the trip. We need a fully functioning life-support."
"You mean like an icebox?" He asked, looks happy, like finding a solution. "Okay."
They run down the stairs. As Young Kazran gets a lamp, both Time Lords get distracted by a Christmas tree.
"Ooh, a tree!" The Doctor mused.
"Pretty," Tory admitted before Young Kazran leads them to the basement.
In the basement, the Doctor peers through a small window. "What is this?" He asked as Tory notices the room contains a lined containers with people's inside.
"The surplus population. That's what my dad calls it," Young Kazran stated. They try to turn the wheel to open the door. But it doesn't budge. "Oh, it's not turning! Oh, why won't it turn?"
The Doctor uses the partial sonic on the security keypad. Same result. "Ah, what's the number?"
"7258," Tory replied, which earning a muse look from both the Doctor and Young Kazran. "I, uh, might or might not look inside your future's office room," she explained, looking around like a kid get busted. "Sorry."
The Doctor just shook his head, pressing the numbers. The wheel is unlocked and they open the door. Tory gets sudden chill as they enter the place with some fog roaming around with some tiny fishs as well. "Ah, there's fish down here, too."
"Yeah, but only tiny ones. The house is built on a fog lake. That's how Dad freezes the people," Young Kazran specified before stops in front of a chamber. "They're all full, but we could borrow one," he mentioned before pointing a chamber. "Yeah, this one."
The Doctor holds the lamp up to the window. Both he and Tory notice the person's inside is the same woman from before. "Hello again."
"You know her?"
"Sort of," Tory shrugged. "Kazran, why her, exactly?"
"She loves the fish," he replied, taps in some number on a keypad on the side of the container. A video of the woman speaking appears in the small window.
"My name is Abigail Pettigrew," she introduced, "and I'm very grateful for Mr Sardick's kindness. My father..."
"She starts to talk about the fish in a minute."
"…but I would not allow it. I could not have chosen this path were it not for the compassion and generosity of the great philanthropist and patron of the poor, Mr Elliot Sardick, but I'm also surrounded by the fish, the beautiful, iridescent, magical fish..."
Tory and the Doctor walks around and checks inside each containers around. "Why are these people here?" The Doctor asked.
"...they catch the light as they dart through the fog..."
"What's all this for?" Tory inquired.
"My dad lends money. He always takes a family member as... He calls it security," Young Kazran denoted.
"Hmm, I can picturing that," Tory mumbled, glancing at the video of Abigail.
"...nature. I am not alone, and I am at peace."
Young Kazran hits more buttons and the inside of Abigail's container lights up. The boy walks to them. "What's wrong?"
"Just my half a screwdriver trying to repair itself," he said.
"And it's signalling the other half," Tory added as three of them glancing at each other with a sudden realization.
"The other half's inside the shark," Young Kazran recalled.
"Yeah. Sounds like she's woken up," the Doctor concluded. "Okay. So it's homing on the screwdriver..."
Before he can speak more, the shark looms out of the fog, mouth wide open. Both Time Lords move away and proceed to knock out some containers. Tory looks around, finding Kazran and the shark already gone.
Then, she hears a beautiful voice singing In the Bleak Midwinter.
"In the bleak midwinter, frosty wind made moan. Earth stood hard as iron, water like a stone. Snow had fallen, snow on snow, snow on snow. In the bleak midwinter long ago."
Tory helps her brother to stands up. Both follow the voice, finding Abigail's singing while calming the shark. Not far, Young Kazran stand behind her, looking astounish.
"It's not really the singing, of course," the Doctor denoted.
"Yes, it is," Young Kazran insisted.
"Nah."
"The fish love the singing, it's true."
"Nah. The notes resonate in the ice, causing a delta wave pattern in the fog. Ow!" He responded, slaps the back of his neck. "A fish bit me."
"Shut up, then!"
Abigail turns to them as she sings. Tory waves at her. "Hi!" She greeted, adding a smile on her face.
"Of course!" The Doctor realized. "That's how the machine controls the cloud belt. The clouds are ice crystals. If you vibrate them at the right frequency, you could align them," he stops and slaps his neck again. "Ow! Why do they keep biting me?"
"Probably disagree with you," Tory joked.
Young Kazran nods, agree with Tory. "Look, the fish like the singing, okay? Now shut up!"
The Doctor pouted. "Okay."
"Oh, brother dear," Tory mused, watching Abigail's with fondness.
"It's bigger on the inside," Young Kazran breathed as he and Abigail looking inside the TARDIS.
"I know. It's awesome," Tory agreed, moving around happily as the Doctor taps on the container that's lying on the floor.
"Shark in a box, to go," he informed.
Abigail looks the TARDIS in wonder as the Time Lords set it in motion. "This is... amazing!" She admitted.
"Nah, this is transport. I keep amazing," he runs to the door and opens it. "out here."
"Incredible, right?" Tory asked, looking outside with fish swim amongst the clouds. She heads back to the container, dragging it towards outside and let the shark out.
Young Kazran pulls out his camera and begins taking pictures. The first is of ABIGAIL as she looks out on the fish. He watches as the shark is released. "Hey, look at her go!"
While Tory's closing the container, the Doctor sees numbers on the front. "Abigail, this number, what does it mean?" He asked.
"It pertains to me, Sir, not the fish," Abigail replied.
"Yeah, but how?"
"You are a doctor, you say? Are you one of mine?"
Tory frowns. "Why? Are you sick?"
Abigail suddenly looks sad. The Doctor's about to ask more when a bell chimes on the console. "Ah! Sorry!" He said, runs to console. "Time's up, kids!"
"Why?" Young Kazran asked.
"It's nearly Christmas Day!"
They put Abigail back in her container. "If you should ever wish to visit again..."
"Well, you know, if we ever in the neighbourhood..."
Young Kazran cuts the Doctor's words. "They come every Christmas Eve. Yeah, they do, every time. They promise!"
"Oh, yeah!" Tory agreed, nudging the Doctor to agree with Young Kazran's option as the boy closes the door.
The Doctor, Tory, and Young are wearing Father Christmas hats. "Merry Christmas!"
"Doctor! Tory! Kazran!" Abigail called as both Time Lords lead the way down the aisle. Tory's carrying a harness. "What are we going to do?"
"Tory's got a great plan! Wait till you hear!" Young Kazran cheered.
Tory has found a two-wheeled open carriage and has hooked up the harness. "Done!" She noted, satisfy.
"You are out of your mind. This will never work!" Abigail argued.
"Well, I'm quite mad myself, Abigail. Keep that in mind, okay?"
The Doctor just shook his head. He admit, as bizzare as this is, he does like it. He lifts Young Kazran onto the seat.
"A shark isn't a dolphin!" Abigail mentioned.
"It's nearly a dolphin," the Doctor insisted.
"No, it isn't."
"That's where you're wrong, because... Shut up," he remarked and uses his sonic screwdriver.
"It could be anywhere," Young Kazran noted as hegets down from the carriage. "Will it really come?"
"Oh. It will, Kazran," Tory addressed. "After all, it's Christmas."
The Doctor and Tory are at the reins as the flying shark takes them through the clouds.
"How are we going to get back?" Young Kazran asked.
"I don't know!" The Doctor admitted.
"Do you have a plan?" Abigail inquired.
"Definitely not!" Tory replied before four of them laugh and cheer as they fly all about the city.
Like last year, they take Abigail back to her container. "Best Christmas Eve ever!" She beamed.
"Till the next one!"
They close the door and Abigail is frozen once again.
They open Abigail's container on another Christmas. "Merry Christmas!"
"Doctor! Tory! Kazran!" She cheered. "Where to this time?"
"Did I mention, at any point, all of time and space...?" The Doctor teased.
"Which is what makes it better!" Tory added.
The next Christmas, the Doctor, Tory, and Young Kazran are wearing fezzes as Abigail's container opens. "Merry Christmas!" They greeted.
"Doctor! Tory! Kazran!" Abigail smiles.
Three of them open Abigail's container on another Christmas. Young Kazran is wearing the infamous scarf that's too long to wear, which is why, Tory also wears it together. "Merry Christmas!"
"Doctor! Tory!" Abigail chimed. "Kazran!"
"Merry Christmas!" Tory, the Doctor, and Teen Kazran greeted.
"Kazran!" Abigail gasps, realizing how old Kazran is before they go inside the TARDIS.
"So, Doctor, Tory, where this time?" Teen Kazran asked, intend to change the subject that Tory clearly heared before.
"Pick a Christmas Eve. We've got them all right here," the Doctor mentioned.
"Might I make a request?" Abigail inquired.
"Of course."
"This one."