Several minutes later, a voice broke through the Doctor's shock.
"Um, guys? I kind of need a little help. Escape pods only have so much oxygen, and Earth's gravity has decided it likes me."
"That was…Deora! Bring her in somehow! What in the world is she listening to?"
It was a song called I Always Get What I Want.
They pulled her aboard the ship, the Doctor still a little surprised by her escape.
"You…didn't need saving…?"
"Ah, that's okay. I did manage to survive the Time Wars. And grade school. Sorry if I made you feel not needed."
"Ah, um, no, it was quite a pleasant change…for once I didn't have to do any rescuing. Feels kind of odd, really. Like new teeth."
"Now, where were we before this all started? Ah, yes, physics."
It was difficult to drag the power source of Deora's TARDIS to the Doctor's TARDIS, as it was several miles, but they managed to do it. It was a brand new power source, so it still had about a thousand years left in it.
"Well, Doctor, now that you've gotten your TARDIS fixed, will you be on your way?"
The Doctor looked around the newly powered TARDIS. It looked like nothing had ever happened to it. He felt as though he was home. His own little piece of Gallifrey. It was his ever-constant companion, the only thing that had stayed with him throughout all his journeys. He turned to Deora and asked simply:
"Are you having pronoun issues again?"
Deora smiled. "Where to next?"
"Oh, I don't know, how about you pick?"
"I've always wanted to see 96th century Mars in the moonslight. However," she added, "I think a trip to Barcelona might be fun. The planet, not the city."
The Doctor turned the crank, pulled some levers, gave the TARDIS a friendly whack and off they went into time.