Yaz picked herself up from a cold metal floor and tried to take in her surroundings. Her shoulder hurt, as if she'd slammed into a wall, and everything was the slightest bit blurry.
"Doctor? Ryan? Graham?" she called.
"We're here," Graham groaned, picking himself up. "Teleport travel is hardly first-class, is it?"
"Yeah, sorry, about that," the Doctor said, standing over them. "I always say you should never mess with teleports, but desperate times and all."
"Where are we?" Ryan asked, uneasily standing up.
"Home," the Doctor replied, flicking on the console lights and illuminating the TARDIS.
Yaz smiled, taking in the console room. "I guess you really did get your wish in the end."
"So you got it back, then? All repaired, I hope," Graham asked.
"Good as new. Complete with a new, billion-year warranty. Which I also stole, I guess."
"Didn't feel like sticking around?" asked Ryan, noticing that they were in flight.
The Doctor flicked a few switches on the console. "So," she said, as if she hadn't heard Ryan. "Where to next?"
"Well, actually, Doc, I was hoping to head back to Sheffield for a bit. You know, sort a few things out back home," Graham said.
"Yeah, I feel like seeing my folks," Yaz added. "Properly talking to them. Making them feel loved."
"And I've been putting off practicing on my bike. If you've got the time," Ryan said to Graham.
"Always, son."
"Well then. Sheffield it is," the Doctor said, punching coordinates into the console.
"What about you, Doc, got any plans?"
"You know what? I think I might just take the time to appreciate being home."