"This is it," the Doctor says as he opens the doors. "Skipton Castle. I can take you closer to the border if you like."
I peek out of the door and stare in horror. The doors are wide open, and people in twenty-first-century clothes wander around. "Wrong century!"
The Doctor looks over at the scanner. "Oh, you're right, sorry. I dropped us into 2010 rather than 1534."
"I don't need three versions of me running around, thanks." I shut the doors and walk over to the console. "And where did the horses go?"

Everyone looks around, only to find the horses have vanished. "They can't have gone far." The Doctor scratches his head. "I might be able to use the scanner to find them. Although the TARDIS is infinite and keeps growing, so those horses probably—"
"Don't finish that sentence," Catalina says, folding her arms. "We need those horses in the sixteenth century."
"Oi! Those horses are living creatures with their own names and stories. I know one of them you thought was called Arthur and is actually called Florence. He wants you to respect his life choices."
"Fair enough." I shrug. "It's his life."
"You are going to give a male horse a girl's name?" Daddy asks, staring at me.
"As the Doctor said, it's his life. I will respect his wishes."
Daddy smiles at me. "You were not kidding when you said you respect all forms of life."
"I do my best."
Daddy pats my shoulder as the Doctor continues fiddling with the controls. "Oh, wait, you wanted me to save Ruby. I can use the TARDIS to locate..." His voice trails off as he looks at the scanner. "Oh, we might have a problem with that."

Mummy walks over to the scanner and looks at it. "Oh, come on, since when had that ever been a problem?"
"I cannot park within the Tower. We'll need to find our own way in."

Daddy shakes his head and smiles. "That sounds typical of you. Which Tower are we talking about?"
"The Tower of London."

I grab onto one of the parts holding up the roof. Mum is in the Tower? King Henry must be planning to execute her! "Doctor, you have to do something!"
"Yes, thinking about it, thank you."
"He's going to execute her! No prisoner enters the Tower and comes out alive!"
"You will."

I glare at the Doctor. That might be true for me, but it's not true for everyone else. Certainly not in Henry VIII's reign. "I guess Henrat is causing too many problems." Will shakes his head. "No wonder why most of you want him dead."
"He's one of the worst people ever to exist."
Daddy looks at me, shock written all over his face. "One of the worst?"
"There will be far worse people out there."
Mummy nods and walks over to us. "Emma's right, unfortunately. Thankfully, Henry VIII is one of the only ones we will come face to face with."

The Doctor fiddles with some of the controls. "Yeah, I wish I could say Earth will be in safe hands, but it clearly isn't if I must keep saving it."
I grin at him. "Are we really that much trouble?"
"No! Maybe. Sometimes." I give him a look. "Most of the time."
"I thought that was the case."
The Doctor looks at the controls again. "I can get you as close as possible to the Tower, but I can't get you there myself."
"Why not?" Sarah Jane asks.
"I think Henry VIII worked out how to keep me out."

I walk over to the console and move the scanner. Everything is written in an alien language I can't make heads or tails of. "What does that say?"
"It's Gallifreyan; it doesn't translate."
"Oh, naturally."

The Doctor grins at me. "I speak Gallifreyan all the time." We all stare at him.
"Really?" Daddy asks.
"Yes. To me, all of you are speaking Gallifreyan."
"And you sound like you are speaking English."
"That's the power of the TARDIS." The Doctor moves away from the console and puts his hands in his pockets. "It would be a bit useless to have a time and space machine which doesn't translate all languages."
"That would make time travel easy," I mumble.
"I'm not having you jump between times."
"So, I need to take the long way around?"
The Doctor nods. I groan and fold my arms. How can anyone stand going the long way around when you have a time machine?

I look at my bracelet, but I don't think it can do time travel. I would be out of Tudor England and in the twentieth century if it could. But I am supposed to live through time and struggle. How is that fair?

While my bracelet cannot travel in time, it can teleport.

Why didn't I think of that before? I press the sapphire jewel in the middle of the bracelet and think of Mum. The TARDIS dematerialises around me in a white light, and I close my eyes.

When I open them again, I am standing in a small stone cell. I look around, but it's so dark that I can only see silhouettes. "If you are here to question me, do not bother," Mum says. "I am not giving anything away."
"Mum?" I ask.
"Emma?" I'm suddenly pulled into a tight hug. "Oh, I missed you so—but you must leave here. If the guards find you with me—"
"We are getting out together." I grab her arm and press the button on my bracelet.

Nothing happens.

I try again. Still nothing. "What?"
"You can't teleport a full Qetesh with you unless they are biologically related to you. Safety issues and all that."
"Because Qetesh are too dangerous?"
I think Mum nods, but I cannot tell. "Then let me make you immortal. At least you can continue living if you get executed."
"No." Her voice is cold and harsh. "I do not deserve to live. Not when I put Sarah Jane—" She cuts herself off and shakes her head. "I will not let myself become that monster. Now go."
"What?"
"You heard me! GO!" I press the button on my bracelet and think of the TARDIS.

"Did you find her?" Daddy asks.
I nod. I open my mouth, but no sound comes out. How can I explain the short encounter I had with her? The mum in my time would know what to do. Should I call her?

I get my phone out before I can change my mind. "Oh, Doctor?" I ask.
"Yes?" He appears from around the console.
"Mummy and I talked about it once, and we shouldn't have internet in Tudor England."
"No." The Doctor looks rather embarrassed as he scratches the back of his neck. "I gave updates to your computer, so you don't need an internet connection to access websites or anything like that."
"Cool." I grin, and the Doctor smiles back. I turn my attention back to my phone and find Mum's number. I press the dial button.