Chapter 15

The living room was about as gaudy as it could get, but when Tara and Sara decided they needed one on the Tardis, they decided it needed to be hideous for no other reason than because. It was Tara's decision to add a television that was far larger than needed and with more features than Sara, with her 1970's knowledge of technology, would ever use.

At the center of the room was a couch that was mustard yellow with pink and blue flowers. But it was the most comfortable couch Sara had ever sat on. She was curled up in one corner with a bowl of popcorn on her lap and a very large glass of Cola sitting on the side table. Tara's holograph sat in the middle of the couch, rigid as always. The two were engrossed in the documentary on the TV about Harvey Milk.

Suddenly the door burst open and Graham ran in. He stopped, right in front of the television and nodded. "Harvey Milk. I heard he was a good man." Then he darted across the room, grabbed a flashlight, and ran out.

The two watched him leave before focusing on the screen. Ten minutes later, Yaz ran in and rummaged under, in, and behind furniture. She stopped, looking at the screen.

"What's this?"

"A documentary on someone named Harvey Milk," Sara answered. "Apparently, he's gay. Was, gay." She turned to Tara. "Is or was?

"When was this?" Yaz asked.

"1977 and 1978," Tara answered.

"This happened on Earth?"

"Yes."

"Should she be watching this?"

The video paused when the two looked up at her.

"Why shouldn't she?" Tara asked.

"Well, I mean, it hasn't happened yet. Should she know about it?"

"I've watched a lot of things that haven't happened yet," Sara told her.

"Why don't you let us watch things that haven't happened in her time yet?" Yaz asked Tara.

Tara looked away without an answer.

"Well?"

"Shouldn't you be getting something for The Doctor?" Tara asked. "The krechar aren't going to stop themselves."

Yaz made a face and found what she was looking for. A glass globe with a flower in it. She sat the flower on the side table and ran out.

The documentary resumed. Not even a minute later The Doctor ran in, looking through the shelves for something.

"Tara, where is the book on—" She turned. "Oh! You're watching the documentary on Harvey Milk?"

"Yes," the two answered.

"Good man. Really funny. I enjoyed our chats. Too bad he was killed."

"We haven't gotten to the end!" Sara cried.

"Oh." The Doctor wrinkled her nose. "Did I just ruin the end?"

"Yes."

"Sorry. I didn't mean to. But it's a good one. Oh! And then you can watch the movie. Not exactly a documentary, but still good."

"There's a movie?" Sara asked.

Tara and The Doctor both answered, "Yes."

"We should." Sara looked up at The Doctor. "And maybe you could store you adventurin' supplies in another room?"

"Can't do that. Tara keeps this one organized. You've rubbed off on her."

"I rubbed off on her?"

"And the krechar aren't stopping themselves, Doctor," Tara pointed out. "I'll move their supplies to another room later."

"Right! Book on Phasic Life Cycles of Horatian Krechar."

"Third shelf, sixth from the right."

The Doctor looked for the book. "Found it! Enjoy the movie!" And she ran out.

Tara looked at Sara. "Do you want to finish this?"

Sara shrugged. "We're stuck here for a while, it sounds."

"We are."

"Might as well."

The documentary continued.