"Alright, everyone, allons-y," Ten announced. The crowd of Doctors and companions murmured in agreement, and a few began to move toward the Valeyard's TARDIS. Susan ran up to Ten.
"Grandfather, do we have to leave?" she asked. He was about to answer in the affirmative when he looked at her. She seemed so sad.
Please, Grandfather. I want to meet all the other yous and all of your friends, she said in his mind. Giving in, he turned and stopped Six, who was passing, and explained what Susan wanted. Six nodded thoughtfully, and entered the TARDIS to find the other Doctors and talk to them about staying together just a while longer.
"However," Six reminded. "That paradox machine can no longer stabilize us. If we stay too long, the universe could implode."
"I know, Grandfather," Susan said solemnly. When he left, she turned to Ten and gave him a giant hug. "Thank you, Grandfather! It's nice to see that Ian and Barbara did some good for you!"
Inside the TARDIS, the Doctors sent Donna out to bring her Doctor and Susan in. She hesitated for a moment after seeing to two hugging, though Ten looked a little freaked out by the fact that he was being hugged by a girl he had long ago said goodbye to. Donna smiled as she saw the contrast between here and on Messaline.
"Doctor, Susan, we're ready to go!" she called.
Once everybody was inside, there came the trouble of actually flying the capsule back to where their real TARDISes were. Two volunteered first to set the navigational coordinates, but Jamie stopped him.
"With your flying, Doctor, we'll end up on the other side of the universe a thousand years too early," he smirked. Two put on a look of mock indignation.
"How dare you insult my flying, Jamie! Can you find anybody to back your claim up?"
Ben and Polly looked ready to answer when Tegan spoke up.
"I can second him, Doctor," she said, glaring at the Fifth. Five squirmed uncomfortably as Adric and Nyssa tried to hide amused smiles.
"Nine, Ten, Eleven, or Twelve should probably set the coordinates," Seven observed.
Six, who thought that he'd be more than able to set the coordinates perfectly, said, "Why them?"
"Because they've had hundreds more years to learn how to fly the TARDIS properly."
"Yeah, right," Ten muttered. Growing tired of his own ineptitude, Twelve pushed through his former companions and entered the Eye of Orion's spacial coordinates.
As Six prepared to hit the stabilizer right before take-off, Peri warned the others, "Grab onto something." She turned a brilliant shade of red as all of the Doctors turned to look at her.
Vvvvrrrooommmm, vvvvrrrooommmm, vvvvvrrrrooommmm.
About ten or so minutes later, they arrived. Ian was the first one to stick his head out, followed closely by Anji and Rose.
"We've made it," he announced. To Twelve, he said, "Can I come and find you when it's time to go home?"
"You won't need me," Twelve said quickly.
Seeing how some people started to drift toward their respective TARDISes, Susan asked, "Where are you going?"
It was Seven who replied: "To get my spoons."
"Not your spoons, Professor!" Ace complained. After a moment, she asked, "Why are you getting your spoons? Aren't we leaving?"
"No, Ace." Ace whirled around to see that Three was talking to her. "We can stay here for about three hours until our paradox starts to cause major trouble. Until then, Susan and all of me have decided that we can stay here and break a few laws of time." He looked across the clearing to see his companion Jo chatting happily to Donna and Eight. "Besides, I don't think that I'd be able to leave until Ten and Eight do anyway."
Noting that Seven had gone to get his instrument, Jamie added thoughtfully, "I wonder if I could get my pipes out."
"Let me get my recorder!" Two exclaimed, and the two of them headed back to their TARDIS. Fitz ran off to his to find a guitar. Meanwhile, Ben and Polly were looking at each other strangely.
"You two alright?" Rose asked.
"Yeah!" Ben laughed. "But I hope that they're not going to try and play rock for us!"
"Why not?"
Polly chuckled a little herself. "We've stayed up many a night listening to them. They're not bad, but bagpipes and recorders aren't exactly made for rock and roll!"