"I might have known I'd find you hanging about." A voice called across the empty stretch of moor. The Master whipped around in shock, Peri felt her heart leap with joy and relief and Tristan, towards the back of the little group was just confused. The Master stared at the advancing figure in disbelief.
"You? But…what?!"
"Peri, are you alright?"
"I'm fine Doctor." She called, relieved to see the familiar figure standing there in his cricketing gear and celery. What was with the celery?
"You've got blood down your top." He noted unhappily.
"Just a nosebleed. I'm fine Doctor, stop fretting."
"About you? Considering the amount of trouble you get into when I turn my back for any length of time?"
"I could say the same about you!"
"Enough!" The Master shouted. He redoubled his grip on Peri's arm and she gasped at the increased pressure. "Doctor. How did you get here?" The Doctor raised an eyebrow.
"Walking."
"But you were, I mean…he was…" The Doctor had never seen the Master lost for words before. He found he quite enjoyed the sight, even if he had no idea what had caused it.
"I was what?"
"I think he's referring to me." Came a voice from just behind the Master. The dark haired Time Lord snapped his head around, glancing back and forth between the two identical figures. In his disbelief and confusion he loosened his grip on Peri's arm. Just a fraction but it was enough. Reacting instantly, the American girl drove the heel of her boot hard into the Master's foot and yanked her arm loose savagely. White hot pain flared along her wrist but she pulled free and ran swiftly to where the Doctor was staring in open mouth shock at Tristan. He caught her automatically and pushed her behind him, out of the reach of a furious looking Master.
Tristan grinned awkwardly at his Doppelganger. He'd known what to expect, the Doctor, presuming that it was him, looked completely baffled. They stared at each other for several long seconds, during which Tris was vain enough to decide if the Doctor and he were identical, he was definitely rather good looking. He pushed the thoughts away quickly, acutely aware of the alien dressed in black leather standing nearby.
The Doctor ran his eyes up and down the blond chap standing a few metres away. AS far as he could tell the two of them looked eerily similar. Difficult to tell for certain without a mirror though. He nudged forward telepathically but there was no response from his lookalike. Probably human then. Or possibly an advanced android of some kind…His musing were cut short. The Master had recovered from his surprise.
"So Doctor, it seems your obsession with this pathetic race has reached new heights, if you're actually modelling yourself after them."
"I take it then the Galeptic pods were one of your little toys." Replied the Doctor, refusing to be baited.
"Of course. And I take it that you were the one to disable them. Rather than this imbecile here."
"Of course. And I'm not so sure about your opinion on his intelligence; after all, he had you fooled."
"Mere surprise my dear Doctor, I hadn't expected such a simple trick from you. It seems I've credited you with rather too much intelligence."
"Sometimes the simple tricks work best."
Tristan and Peri watched the verbal sparring between the two with interest. Tris stuffed his hands in his pockets as he did so, not noticing how the Doctor had adopted precisely the same stance. Peri bit back an incredulous giggle at just how similar they were. The Doctor put a calming hand on her arm; she felt the familiar coolness of his skin and was comforted by it. This was the real Doctor, now everything would be sorted.
"It would seem I have the upper hand for once." The Doctor remarked mildly. "Your hostage has escaped, your Galeptic pods are deactivated and you're surrounded. You don't appear to have that many options left to you."
"Au contraire Doctor. You always did underestimate me." The Master replied, pulling out his iconic TCE. "Brought words to a gun fight Doctor? I never understood your avoidance of weapons. In the right hands they can be a useful little tool."
"The right hands are rarely yours."
"Petty insults will get you nowhere Doctor. And they might just get your companion…well, let's not be crude shall we?"
At the implied threat to Peri, Tristan felt a sudden fury descend upon him. Hadn't the poor girl been through enough today? He saw the Doctor take a careful step in front of his companion, shielding her from the TCE with his own body. The Master's attention was on the Doctor, the Doctor and Peri's attention was on the Master. No one was watching Tris as he took a slow, cautious step towards his enemy. Then another. Then a third. The Master raised his TCE a little higher to emphasise his seriousness.
"Back to the barn Doctor. Those seed pods won't reactivate themselves."
"I am not aiding you in ruining this planet."
"I'm afraid you don't have much choice Doctor. After all, I am the one in control here." Tristan tackled him from behind with all the force of one who'd played rugby at an English school. The Master was flung forward, slamming hard into the parched ground with Tristan on top of him. The Time Lord was stronger and faster but Tristan was taking full advantage of his leverage and height. The Doctor darted forward and snatched for the TCE before the Master could bring it to bear on his opponent. He managed to force the Master to release the instrument and tossed the nasty thing over to Peri who caught it and began frantically looking for the trigger.
Deprived of his weapon the Master redoubled his efforts to get free. He managed to twist and fling Tristan off his back and pushed himself up to his knees, only to be pushed down again by the Doctor. He snarled and kicked out in anger. Physical fights were almost unheard of on Gallifrey and even between the Doctor and Master; they usually chose swords or words over brute strength. Leave it to a human to drag them down to this level. Managing to push the Doctor away he was immediately tackled by another blond idiot. Losing track of who was who in the ridiculous fight the Master drove a vicious elbow back into someone's face, heard a cry of pain and followed it up by kicking at the noise, causing one of his attackers to fall back. He pushed the other one away, leapt up and sprinted for his TARDIS. Discretion was the better part of valour here!
The Doctor grimly raced after his foe, aware of the other blond person following at his heels. Together they chased the Master towards the large standing stone, or rather towards his disguised TARDIS. They were very close, the Master couldn't possibly make the TARDIS now could he? The other person, his lookalike, gave a shout of warning and skidded to a halt. The Master swerved and hopped nimbly away from the muddy river hidden beneath the short rise, using a few strategically placed rocks as stepping stones and haring off towards his TARDIS. For the Doctor however, the warning came too late and the stepping stones were just out of reach. He plunged into the cold brown water with a cry of dismay.
Tristan peered over the edge of the bank and supressed a smile. The Doctor, in his clean white cricket gear was now completely mud splattered, from head to toe. He sat in the chest high water, looking up at Tristan with an expression of bewildered surprise. His celery had been knocked loose and floated away downstream.
A wheezing, groaning noise from across the stream alerted Tristan to the fact their quarry had escaped. He dismissed the matter and fought back a chuckle as he reached out to the Doctor.
"Need a hand?" The alien sighed.
"Please."
Tris grasped the Doctor's wrist and pulled him upright. The Doctor lifted one foot out of the thick mud at the bottom of the river, overbalanced and fell in again, dragging Tristan with him. Tristan landed face first in the water and pushed himself up onto his knees, spluttering. His doppelganger stared at him in dismay.
"Sorry!"
Tris looked at the Doctor. Then he looked at himself. Two identical beings, sitting in a cold, muddy river in the middle of the Yorkshire dales, completely coated in mud. This was just too ridiculous, he couldn't help himself. The vet in training burst out into a peel of laughter, giggling helplessly at the idiocy of their situation. The Doctor tried to keep a straight face, but as the reality of their predicament set in, and in the face of his companion's uncontrolled merriment, he surrendered to laughter too.
That was how Peri found them a few minutes later, both sitting in a waist high river, completely mud coated and laughing like a pair of hyenas.

She stared at them, trying to hold in her own laughter at the ridiculous sight they made, but the urge was too strong and she in turn found herself giggling helplessly at the mud-covered blonds.

After a while the laughter died down and the two struggled back up onto the bank, occasionally slipping on the mud and falling back in, dragging the other down accidentally. Eventually though both the Doctor and Tristan had made it safely back to dry land and both were now trying futilely to rid themselves of the mud which caked them from head to toe and was no drying uncomfortably under the sun. It was now more impossible than ever to differentiate the two, as both wore equally annoyed yet amused expressions. Peri couldn't help but grin, the pair of them looked absolutely ridiculous, and they were even more difficult to tell apart, even to her. She was fairly sure that the more uncomfortable looking one out of the two was the Doctor; after all he wasn't as used to mud as Tris was, but she couldn't be sure. Oh this was going to be impossible!

One of them suddenly let out a whimper of pain and two pairs of eyes shifted to him concernedly, Peri a bit more so as she actually knew both of them properly.

"Are you alright?"

He reached up and gingerly touched his lower lip, wincing slightly as he got even more mud into a rather nasty looking cut that must've been due to their scuffle with the Master. "Hmm, 'm fine Peri. Just seem to have a bit of a split lip, nothing to worry about. Apparently the Master managed to hit me a lot harder than I thought he had, before he managed to get away."

Peri frowned, remembering one of the two crying out during the fight, though she couldn't tell whether it'd been Tris or the Doctor. Either way, she winced sympathetically and began to walk towards him, fishing in her pocket for something. He looked down at her curiously, wondering what she was searching for and grinned as she pulled out the blood-spotted hankie Tristan had given her to stop her nosebleed. She smiled up at him, noticing his gaze and carefully lifted the handkerchief to wipe the mud off his lips so that she could see how bad it really was. He watched her in silence, occasionally letting out a low hiss when she pressed down on a particularly painful spot.

Behind the two, the other mud-coated figure was observing them, an almost sick feeling pooling into his stomach as he watched Peri gently dabbing at his doppelganger's lips, not liking their proximity or the way his twin was looking at her one bit.

Pretty soon, Peri's patient's lips were clean, the cut completely mud free, though she could see it was slightly red and swollen around the edges, which was quite possibly a sign of infection, or just because it had been bleeding.

"Well Peri. How does it look?"

"Er…Well, it's not bleeding anymore, but it's a bit swollen. Does it still hurt?" she asked concernedly.

"Not so much now. At any rate I doubt it's infected so you've got nothing to worry about there. Besides, I've just had a most excellent nurse taking care of me, so I should be fine. But," he paused, bright blue eyes shining through the mud. "I believe I know a very good way to make the pain go all together."

Peri cocked her head to one side in confusion. "Really? How do we-"

She never got the chance to finish her sentence as the mud-coated figure leant forward, pressing his lips to hers, kissing her softly. Peri turned to an unresponsive statue; her eyes flew open in shock. Whatever she had been expecting it was definitely not this. Her mind was racing, what should she do? Dimly she felt him starting to pull away and she reacted instinctively, grabbing the front of his mud covered jumper and pulling his mouth back down to hers, kissing him back. His hands reached up to cup her face, covering her cheeks in mud as he stroked them gently, as he deepened the kiss slightly. Peri was all but pressed to him and he could feel her steady heart beat through the thin material of her shirt, which was slowly starting to resemble his own as the mud that had been coating him rubbed off on her. The two of them were completely oblivious to their surroundings, too preoccupied with each other to notice the third member of their little party's venomous glare as he cleared his throat loudly.

This apparently had the desired effect as the two sprang apart, Peri's face red as she panted slightly taking in the air that had been lacking in the kiss. The other figure on the other hand looked extraordinarily pleased with himself and was positively beaming at his doppelgangers murderous look.

"If you're quite done kissing my companion Mr…?"

"Farnon. Tristan Farnon." Tris replied cheerfully.

"Right well, Mr Farnon then. Anyway I do believe it's time for me and Peri to get going. After all can't have the Master escaping and getting away with all of this. So, thank you for your help but we must dash. Come on Peri."

"Oh, but Doctor…" Peri started, mind still reeling from her kiss. She didn't want to go right now, not so soon after that. Besides the Doctor couldn't go off adventuring looking like a mud monster from planet whatever. The TARDIS probably wouldn't even let him through the doors. But it seemed his mind was set as he turned away from the two humans and briskly started walking off towards the village.

Peri looked sadly at Tristan and sighed. "Sorry, Tris, but I gotta go. I'll miss you."

"Must you really leave? Couldn't you stay; I mean I'm sure Siegfried wouldn't mind lending you a room. In fact I'm sure he wouldn't mind and…"

"Sorry, but I really gotta go. He needs me Tris." Sadly she smiled at him, and leant up to press a kiss to his muddy cheek before turning on her heel and racing after the Doctor. Leaving Tristan to stare sadly at her retreating form.

The Doctor strode across the grass towards the road, brushing angrily at the flaking mud still covering his coat and trousers. Behind him he heard the distinctive hurrying tread of his companion and felt a level of relief he wouldn't even admit to himself. She had come back to him. He slowed his pace until they were side by side, unwilling to let her out of his sight in case the other young man should suddenly appear and try to take her away again. What nerve. Stealing his companion. No, they were far better off without Tristan Farnon with them. He viciously pushed down the small voice that suggested he was overreacting.
They reached the road without either of them saying a word. The Doctor shot a quick glance at Peri and was surprised by how unhappy she looked to be leaving the other man behind. She'd clearly met him earlier, formed some sort of bond with him. A brief candle of guilt flickered to life. Never mind, she'd soon forget him. He clearly wasn't good enough for her anyway. Still, she looked so sad…
A car pulled up beside them as he contemplated the situation. A young man leaned out and opened the door. He looked frazzled but cheerful. A vet's bag was flung carelessly on the back seat.
"You look like you need a ride back to town." The driver said, gesturing to the Doctor and Peri. "What happened? Did you fall in the river?" The Doctor smiled at the offer.
"Well, yes actually, simply didn't see it. A ride would be wonderful, thanks." He helped Peri into the front and settled himself into the back. The young man smiled hesitantly at Peri, clearly off balance with such a beautiful woma-no! He had to stop thinking like that. He was not some silly human, to be ruled by his emotions. He refocused on the conversation.
"Peri Brown, I'm just passing through really."
"Oh. How did you meet Tris then?" The Doctor felt his hearts sink. The man, James Herriot, clearly thought he was Tris. He should have foreseen this, in a small town like Darrowby, everyone would know everyone else. Unsure of how to correct the assumption he decided to let the matter drop. Hopefully James would drop them off near the TARDIS and they could leave and forget about everything else. Well, after a quick trip to drop those two Ogrons off somewhere. Mustn't leave loose ends like that here! Unfortunately it transpired that Tristan and James apparently lived in the same house. Without wanting to admit that he wasn't Tristan, which would be too awkward and complicated to explain, the Doctor found himself entering the house of his rival and being hustled upstairs by the housekeeper, a Mrs Hall, he thought, to take a bath and get some clean clothes on.

Peri sat in the living room, looking around with interest. Everything was old fashioned and so very very English. Exactly how she'd often pictured the country when she was growing up. All tea and crumpets and tweed jackets. The other young vet, the partner Siegfried had mentioned she supposed, sat down opposite her.
"You never did say how you met Tris," he commented.
"Oh, we just ran into each other," she said evasively. The Doctor hadn't challenged the mistaken identity, she certainly wasn't about to. She hoped he'd be back down soon, what if the real Tristan turned up while they were still here?
"I'm sure he was very pleased to meet you." James said wryly. Peri laughed.
"He's a very charming man, let's put it that way!"
"He'd be delighted to hear it. More tea?"
"No thanks."
Just then the front door slammed open, James jumped, slopping tea over his wrist. He was dabbing at the brown liquid stain on his cuff in annoyance when the living room door opened and Siegfried stuck his head into the room. He looked furious, red faced and scowling. He did a double take on seeing Peri sitting there and frowned even harder.
"James, have you seen Tristan? I want a word with him." The tone of voice left no doubt as to the sort of word Siegfried wanted with his brother. Peri felt her stomach knot up in apprehension. The Doctor wouldn't take being shouted at by a stranger, of that she was sure. And equally, what had Tris done that had so upset his family? She'd been with him the whole time…
"He's upstairs, in the bath." James said.
"No I'm not." Came a voice from the hall, a moment later the real Tristan Farnon appeared behind Siegfried. He was still fairly muddy, though he'd clearly stopped at a stream or something and washed the worst of it off. He saw Peri and his face split into an absolutely delighted smile. She couldn't help but smile back, he looked so happy to see her.
Siegfried however, looked anything but pleased. He grabbed his brother by the collar and pulled him back into the hallway and through another door, presumably for privacy's sake, though he was shouting so loudly Peri could hear every word that was said. James looked embarrassed at his partner's behaviour.
"You useless idiot! Do you know what you've done Tristan? I'm ashamed of you! Ashamed to have you in my practice!"
Tristan protested, Peri couldn't make out the words but it only seemed to rile Siegfried further.
"Don't go making excuses! Your behaviour was disgraceful! I can't believe any brother of mine could be so callous and irresponsible! Chasing women when you should be doing your own job! Abominable behaviour! And thanks to your gallivanting little brother, Henderson's cow is dead. Died in pain and Henderson is furious! And then I find out you've abandoned the car in the middle of a road! Were you asking for an accident? Tell me, what was so important it required you to abandon the car, your job and your duties!"
There was no reply from the younger Farnon.
"No excuse. That's unlike you. But I'm glad. I fail to think of any excuse that makes up for such as abysmal failure of your work as a vet and as a responsible human being!"
Peri looked uncomfortably at James, who was staring at the closed door, frowning slightly.
"I am not having anyone who can act in such a callous and untrustworthy manner working in the practice I've built up from the ground floor! In fact I don't even want you in my house! Get out of my sight!"
Footsteps down the hall and a moment later the living room door opened again and a dejected looking Tristan wandered in, heading straight for a drinks cabinet against the wall. Peri felt utterly embarrassed, the argument was not something she should have been listening to, but then again, what choice had she had? She glanced away from the young vet, staring at the empty fireplace.
"What happened, Tris?" James asked. His voice was hard. Peri looked at him in dismay, a feeling Tris seemed to reciprocate. He paused in pouring out a drink.
"Not you too, James? Haven't I had enough from Siegfried?"
"I'm not about to tell you off for chasing women Tris, but you let that good cow die. Can you explain it?" Tristan looked frustrated; he shot a quick look at Peri which James picked up on immediately. "So you were out chasing women, neglecting your job."
"No! It wasn't like that!"
"Then what was it like Tris? Explain it please! Because I can't think of a good reason!"
"I can't! Just trust me!"
"Can't? Really?" James was rather red in the face now. He clearly cared a lot about the animals in their care and Tris's inability to explain his apparent neglect was upsetting him.
"Yes, really. Would I lie to you James? Something came up that I had to deal with."
"What thing? Tris? What thing? What on earth is so important you dropped everything, abandoned the car and let a good cow die unnecessarily but can't talk about?"
"I…I can't explain."
"Really?" There was a level of anger and disgust in James's voice that was obviously upsetting Tristan. He swallowed and rubbed the back of his neck.
"Really James. I'm sorry, I didn't mean this-"
"You're sorry?" James cut him off scornfully. "Tell Henderson you're sorry. You can't even explain yourself." He stood up and stalked out of the room, leaving Tris standing in the centre, hands spread in mute appeal and Peri sitting, stunned, on the sofa. She stared at Tristan, he looked lost and unhappy. His hands were shaking slightly she realised as he lit a cigarette and sat next to her. He managed a ghastly approximation of a smile.
"Hey Peri. Didn't expect to see you again. Sorry you had to see that."
"Sorry? Tris, I'm sorry. I forgot you'd have to explain it."
"It's alright. Shame about Henderson though." She looked hard at him; yes he was actually upset at the loss, though trying to hide it.
"What will you do?"
"What?"
"Well, if Siegfried's chucked you out…"
"Oh, don't worry about that. He'll forget eventually, he always does."
"This has happened before?" She asked in outrage. He seemed taken aback by her vehemence.
"Well, yes. Not the whole alien invasion of course, but the throwing out bit certainly."
"Why? What did you do?" He shrugged.
"Last time was when I failed my exams."
"And he threatened to throw you out for that?"
"Yes? It is his house, and he does let me live here. I'm supposed to help with the surgery and everything while I'm studying but…" He trailed off. "I'm the black sheep of the family, the one who always messes up." There was a look of faint surprise on his face, as though he'd never really noticed it before himself.
"Well I think it's awful. He shouldn't treat you like that. You're his brother."
"He's not usually so bad." Tris protested half-heartedly.
"Would you have anywhere to go if he did kick you out?" Peri demanded. Something seemed to close behind Tristan's eyes, a door to an old memory.
"No," he said shortly.
"But he still threatens you with it."
"Not often," Tris said defensively. "Usually he just shouts at me or gives me the really awful jobs or forbids me from going out or something."
"What?"
"Well, I mess up a lot of the time! I know I'm not as skilled as Siegfried is, or as dedicated as James. I'm just the lazy, irresponsible one who drinks and smokes too much." He froze. "I'm sorry; I didn't mean to shout at you…"
"Don't apologise Tris! If anyone should be apologising its Siegfried and James. I mean, they're threatening to throw you out your own home because a cow died."
"It is Siegfried's house…"
"You live here don't you? Right. So it's your home too."
Tristan looked confused. Peri felt her heart break for him. It was clear he didn't believe her, didn't seem to believe in his own worth at all. Her blood boiled at the thought of Siegfried so casually using the threat of homelessness to keep his brother in line. Today Tris had been brave and clever and had saved her life and possibly the world and he was getting nothing but grief for it. He didn't deserve it.
"Where's the Doctor?" Tristan asked, obviously trying to change the subject.
"Right here." A voice replied. Peri jumped, she hadn't heard him come in and she wondered how long he'd been there. He was leaning against the door and frowning at the two of them, clean now, but still dressed in the mud splattered outfit.
"Oh, hey Doctor." Tris said. He sounded tired now, as though he couldn't be bothered to fight any more. "What brought you here?"
"Yet another case of mistaken identity I'm afraid. James thought I was you."
"Good thing I got here before Siegfried then." Tris said, attempting a grin.
"Yes." The Doctor hesitated, looking awkward. "Peri's right you know. He shouldn't threaten you like that." Tristan shrugged.
"What does it matter? He's my older brother. It's his house and his surgery."
"You did a good thing today Tristan." The Doctor said honestly. "You shouldn't be punished for it."
"It's not as though I can explain what happened, not without being considered insane," he retorted.
"You could come with us!" Peri said. "Doctor? Can't he? You said he did good today, I'm sure he can help, and it's not fair to leave him here."
"He might not want to come, Peri." The Doctor pointed out, but he hadn't said no and Peri pressed her advantage where she could.
"But you'd let him if he did? Please Doctor?" Tris was looking between the two time travellers as though he was at a tennis match. The Doctor looked uncomfortable.
"I suppose," he said reluctantly. Peri grinned triumphantly and turned to the vet sitting opposite her, cigarette in his hand long forgotten.
"Do you want to come with us Tris?"
"Come with you, where?" He asked warily.
"Everywhere! The Doctor's TARDIS, it's his space ship remember, we can travel anywhere in time and space!"
"But…"
"It's true! Come on Tris, after today you doubt that?"
"Well, no. Not really." An incredulous smile worked its way across his features. "You'd let me come?"
"Of course!" Peri cried.
"What would I have to do in return?"
"Nothing," The Doctor said, voice very firm. "I'm not putting any onus on you to do anything for me. If you come, it's your choice, and I will never threaten to throw you out." Tris stared at him.
"Really?" He asked, voice suddenly small. He hesitated then shook his head. "No. I can't leave Siegfried. I know he's not always the nicest person but he is my brother. I can't just leave him."
"You don't have to," The Doctor said gently. "The TARDIS is a time machine. You could travel with Peri and I for months or even years and return five minutes after you left." Tristan gaped briefly then snapped his mouth shut, a small, almost shy smile spreading across his face.
"I can come?"
"Yes." Peri said. At the same time the Doctor nodded. Tris beamed at them both and leapt to his feet, flicking the cigarette end into the fireplace.
"Come on then! Wait, do I need to bring anything? Clothes, that sort of thing?"
"No, the TARDIS provides all that." Peri laughed. She jumped up too and linked her arm with him. The Doctor took her other arm and led them out towards the waiting police box.
"There's just one question actually," Tris said as they left the house, still three abreast.
"Oh?" replied the Doctor.
"Why are you in cricketing gear?" The Doctor suddenly smiled, Peri felt a sudden dread.
"You play cricket?"
"Not much, but I do follow it." Tris replied. Peri groaned. The Doctor looked delighted.
"Finally! Peri doesn't think much of the sport! It will be nice to have someone to talk cricket to!"
"I'm doomed." Peri muttered. Tristan laughed at the expression on her face. He stopped laughing abruptly as the Doctor opened the TARDIS door and gestured them inside. He stepped in dubiously and came to a halt in amazement. Peri sidled past him and grinned at the expression of open mouth astonishment. The Doctor strode in and shrugged off his muddy coat.
"Well? Aren't you going to comment?" The Time Lord asked mildly, a glint of humour in his eyes.
"It's…bigger on the inside!" Tristan exclaimed. Peri giggled.
"They all say that."
"But…that's impossible?"
"Is it? You try telling her that." The amusement was audible in the Doctor's voice. Tristan switched to staring at him instead. He nodded once slowly.
"Right. Witchcraft to the ignorant, science to the learned." The Doctor looked impressed.
"Leigh Brackett?"
"I've always enjoyed science fiction." Tristan admitted.
"You'll love the TARDIS in that case." Peri said. "Come on, I'll show you to a room."
"And a bathroom please? I'd like to get the remains of the river off if possible."
"And a bathroom. And the wardrobe too, you'll need some clean clothes. You too Doctor."
"Yes, alright. I'll just take off first."
"Take off? Are we going to fly?"
"The TARDIS doesn't travel through the atmosphere. We'll dematerialise and travel through the time vortex."
"…Right."
"Don't worry," Peri said cheerfully. "You'll get the hang of it."