"So where are we?" Jedediah asked, looking around at the metal surroundings. It had been strange, the purple and blue light of the time tunnel, and now the bright artificial lights were blaring in his eyes. But it was quite cozy in the woman's pocket, he had to admit that.

"We're in a cybership." River replied, pausing in front of a shiny piece of metal to fix her hair.

Jedediah couldn't help but stare at her reflection. She was beautiful…

"What are you looking at?" She said suddenly, glancing down. Jedediah tore his eyes from the mirror and looked down at the floor.

"Th-The….um…."

She smiled, and with a flick of her wrist pushed her hair back over her shoulder. "You're flirting, sweetie."

"I ain't!" Jedediah said quickly, blushing slightly. "I-I mean, don't get me wrong, you're beautiful, but I-I'm not…"

She smiled wider, and rubbed his hair with her finger. "I know what you're playing at. Sorry, sweetie. I'm already taken."

Jedediah frowned, a disappointed look on his face. "By who?"

River went to answer, but paused. "Wait this is a cybership...we shouldn't be on here…"

"Why not?" The cowboy asked, crossing his arms. "We might as well. It's better than being on that planet."

"Yes, but look around you. Cybership, Jedediah. It's a cybership. And cyberships should be full of cybermen…."

Jedediah gulped. "C-Cyber….men….?"

River nodded, and pulled out a stick of lipstick. She fiddled with the bottom of it and then pressed the tip to the handle of a door. There was a small beeping sound, and the lock popped, opening the door slowly. She stepped in slowly, looking around her at the empty room.

An empty room. There was not a thing in sight. Nothing.

"No cybermen." River said, a curious tone in her voice. "Now how about that? A cybership, with no cybermen."

"Ain't that a good thing?"

"Hm?"

"Ain't it a good thing there's no cybermen?" Jedediah asked, looking up.

"Well I suppose so. It means we'll live. But the downside is there's no way to get information. Unless..." River paused, running over to a futuristic computer.

"Unless?" Jedediah questioned.

"Unless they saved their data."

River put the lipstick to the screen, and it went from blank to on, displaying various files. She smiled as she typed something into the keyboard, and Jedediah struggled to make sense of the words.

"Right then, here we go," River said, pulling up a file. "Huh. It seems that this ship has been abandoned for quite some time."

"Why?" Jedediah asked, still staring at the screen.

"I don't know...ah. Here we go. According to this, an unknown power struck the ship, causing massive engine failure. The crew was forced to abandon ship, and it's been floating freely like this for a while. Quite interesting."

"Floating where?" Asked the tiny cowboy. "I mean, where are we, even?"

River looked down at her wristwatch and frowned. "We're in America, still. But hundreds of years in the past."

"Why here?"

"I don't know...hang on a second." There was a pause as River clicked on a flashing disc shaped figure on the side of the screen. "Now hold on what's this."

"What's what?"

"No...no that's not possible..."

"What's not possible?"

"There's no way..."

"There's no way what!? For cryin' out loud answer me!"

"River glanced down at the impatient cowboy before speaking. "There's an energy source. Just a few years ahead of us. Something's trying to travel along this same timeline."

"How's that possible?" Jedediah asked.

"I don't know...it's not supposed to be." She paused, then began typing again. "I might be able to latch on to the power source and grab it. It would be risky, but it might pull us out of wherever year we're in."

"And that does us good how?"

"I don't know, sweetie." River smiled, and laid her hand on a lever that protruded from the cyber control panel. "But it's worth the adventure."

She pulled the lever.

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"Are you sure this will work?" Larry asked, dropping the pile of metal at his feet.

"Careful!" Octavius said, jumping out of the way. "And yes, it should work. The Doctor said one time that Dalekanium could withstand time rifts and what not. All we have to do is build a casing around ourselves, and we should be able to go through the portal."

"Where will we end up?" Larry questioned, looking up at the swirling purple vortex just above them.

"If I am correct, we should end up in the Underworld. From there, we could travel up to the world again, to reality, and find the Doctor."

"I don't get how that will work," Larry said, raising his eyebrows. "I mean, it's the Underworld. The gate was broken ages ago."

"Did we not all think that? But there must be another way he goes through. He broke free with the Daleks, remember? And from what you told me happened the year I died, he did it again. He must have another way through to the surface." Octavius paused, then continued. "Once we find it, we can find the Doctor."

"How do you know he'll be there?"

The Roman was silent for a moment, then said in a soft voice. "I can...I can feel it. Now. We must build this quickly."

The day wore on as they struggled to build a time proof shelter. There were many things to take into consideration. For one, it had to be enough. Of course, Octavius wouldn't take up much room, being so tiny. But Larry was definitely bigger than he had been. He wasn't fat. So perhaps he'd grown taller? He didn't know. It also had to be safe. The Doctor had told Octavius how dangerous it was to travel through time without proper protection. Having your very existed ripped apart piece by piece sounded...well...painful. And neither man wanted to experience that.

At last, it was done. A fine looking vessel. In their eyes it was beautiful. To anyone else's, it would look like a trashy sphere of metal, held together simply with nails and duct tape. It was ugly, but it would do.

"Now what?" Larry asked, picking up the Roman.

"We go inside," Octavius instructed, pointing to the small opening.

It was just large enough for him to squeeze through, and the night guard sat with his knees against his chest, one arms sticking out of the hole, holding a length of rope attached to a stone. He tossed the stone up, and quickly retracted his arm, shoving a piece of Dalekanium over the hole and tapping it from the inside. When he felt they were lifting off the ground, his hand gripped the tiny Roman tightly, and he closed his eyes and prayed for success.

There was a jolt as the rope tugged the small capsule up and into the portal. It went fast, it must have been faster than the speed of sound, and accelerated faster still, pressing the night guard back into the makeshift contraption. He still held the tiny Roman, and could feel the little man's grip tighten on his thumb as it went faster still. Until suddenly, there was another jolt.

The sudden change in direction startled Larry, and he lost his grip on Octavius. The little Roman went flying forwards, hitting the Dalekanium shield hard. Larry tried to grasp him from the floor, but just missed him as the small shuttle turned upside down, throwing the Roman against the ceiling of it. Larry kept trying to catch him. When he finally caught him, the small capsule had stopped moving.

Larry, breathing hard, brushed his finger gently over the Roman's still form. He didn't look hurt, minus a small gash on his forehead that was bleeding just slightly. Larry said his name, and a small groan answered him in reply. He then reached out a hand to open the capsule. But there was a noise. He paused, and listened to the sound of something whiring outside. He paused as the lid shifted, and a blond head of curls peered in.

"Well, hello sweeties." Said a woman's voice. Larry looked up to see the woman was smiling, and quickly fixed his shirt, careful of the tiny Roman in his hand, who was beginning to stir.

"H-Hi," He said, scooting himself out of the cramped position quickly. The woman extended her hand and he gratefully took it, rising to his feet. He looked at her for a moment with a blank expression, then shook his head and spoke. "I'm sorry, who are you?" He asked.

"That can wait," The woman said quickly, swatting the air like she was swatting a bug away. "The important question is who are you, and what are you doing traveling through time and space in this silly little contraption?"

Larry thought for a moment, summing up the woman before him. He didn't see any weapons on her, nor did she seem threatening. But women had fooled him before, and he was taking no chances. "Why do you need to know?"

"I just do. It's part of my time traveler duty. Now who are you?"

"I could ask you the same thing."

Larry sighed. He was getting nowhere with this. "How about we take turns, answering each other's questions?"

The woman smiled, and shook her head. "Oh I don't work like that sweetie. I'm much more professional."

With another sigh Larry realized he was beat, and gave in. "Fine, fine. My name is Larry. I'm a night guard from Earth. This is my friend Octavius."

When he showed her the tiny Roman the woman's eyes lit up, and before Larry could react she grabbed him. The night guard went to grab him back, but the woman put her hand up in defense. She was staring intently down at the tiny thing, which was trembling in slight fear in her palm. "You didn't tell me you had one too," She said to Larry, still looking at the tiny creature.

"Um...yeah..." Larry replied, looking confused.

The woman's head shot up. "You must come. Quickly."

Larry had no choice but to follow the strange woman down a metal lines hall, wondering just what she had meant.