Authors notes: Now that I've got a over arcing story and plot I hope to get things moving.

This chapter contains elements that were originally in the Chapter called 'Bigger on the Inside'. But I thought they worked better here, at this stage in the story. The other chapter has been adjusted to reflect this change and I've re-named it for that reason. Though a lot of it is similar I have also made a lot of changes. Cutting out stuff that isn't needed anymore, trimming the fat and adding in new stuff to add an air of mystery to stuff I originally presented to her in full.

Enjoy

Chapter 14

The Brink of Disaster

Since she thought they were on such bad terms, Raven had avoided the Doctor and began exploring the TARDIS again. She came across another console room, this one smaller than the main one and the white one. It seemed to be made of wooden, oak panels with roundels and stained glass windows. A similar and simpler console sat in the middle but was no bigger than a desk draw and it had no Time Rotor. How many control rooms could a single TARDIS need?

She opened a door and thought she'd stepped outside. There was a meadow that stretched out far beyond the eye could see. She could hear birds chirping and light shone brightly from above despite there being no sun. The door she appeared in seemed to be set into a cliff face.

She saw what looked like a cloud of yellow floating around and circling the skies. Then it dived down and headed straight for her! Raven slammed the door before they could get out, or get her. Taking a step back from the door she bumped into the opposite wall. What was that yellow cloud? There was something on her hand. Small and delicate, and with bright yellow wings. It was a butterfly. It sat on her finger as if this creature wasn't scared of her. She harshly blew it off her finger and watched it flutter away and back under the door.

She looked at the book she was carrying. 'The Alice Compendium, by Lewis Caroll.' a strange book of utter nonsense that she was irritated by and nearly didn't finish. But it kind of felt like that's what her life had become right now. Only she wasn't following a white rabbit down a hole.

The next chamber is one she'd found before. It was large and with no ceiling, It was like a cathedral, only through the windows was blackness and stars. In the centre was a platform with a big stone dome in it and four cast iron staffs around it. Around the place there were also collections of autumn coloured leaves, but where they came from she couldn't tell because there wasn't a tree in this room.

She had learnt this place was called 'the Cloister Room' and was apparently according to the manual was where the TARDIS drew all it's power from. Raven didn't know what the manual was talking about. She couldn't feel any power. In fact this place felt more like a void than anywhere else within the TARDIS.

She looked at the stone platform and to the stone dome. It looked like it could split open like an eye would.

The staffs around this dome had swirling patterns on it and at the top there appeared to be the head of a bearded man. A man who looked 'infinitely sad and eternally wise'

That was an oddly specific thing to think. Raven thought.

She didn't know why, but she was compelled to touch the 'reflector staff' -that she somehow knew it was called. She closed her eyes and reached out with her power.

There was something she could sense. Something big, yet small; dark, but powerful; cold, yet so hot. It was like a dark orb no bigger than a bowling ball, and yet a bright star larger than anything she'd ever sensed before.

She was so distracted that she barely registered the low dull tolls of a large and ancient bell sound around her. A dull yet sharp tone that sounded every few seconds and gave the impression of impending doom. But her attention was still focused on what she was sensing.

She couldn't help herself. Experimentally she mentally prodded these spheres.

Raven was blasted off her feet and off the platform. Luckily a bed of browning autumn leaves cushioned her fall. As her mind flooded back to reality the dull tones of the bell came ringing into her head.

She looked at the stone platform. Nothing had changed. So she hadn't broken anything.

The Alice Compendium lay across the platform, along with another book she was sure she'd never seen before. The Adventures of Tom Sawyer.

Something was happening as the entire structure of the TARDIS shuddered. What had she just done?

Raven bounded for the console room leaving those books behind. When she entered the console room it was in utter chaos. The Doctors reading chair and footstool were thrown up with the lamp smashed. All the books had fallen from the shelves and the plants in the green house had all but withered and died. The collection of clocks in one alcove had their hands spinning wildly, all at different speeds, and some went backwards.

What have I done? She asked and turned to look for the Doctor. But he was in a heap on the floor.

"Doctor?" she asked calmly approaching him gingerly, and when he didn't answer she shouted louder. "Doctor?!" still no answer. She knelt next to him, she didn't know what to do. "Doctor, wake up! What happened to you?" But she somehow guessed this was her fault.

She felt his pulse, it was slow. Was it too slow for a Time Lord? She pressed her ear to his chest and listened for his hearts. Time Lords had two, one on each side, and they were slow and getting slower. She placed her hand on his forehead and she snapped her hand back. He was so cold, it was almost burning her and ice was forming on his forehead. She could sense that his life force was fading.

Raven activated her powers and reached out to heal the Doctors broken body. But most of the injuries were superficial. The Doctor wasn't waking up. His life force was still failing.

She found something odd as she scanned the Doctor with her power. A cluster of nerves at the base of his skull were still very active. She prodded them experimentally with her powers, and a great deal of energy began to be released. She quickly stopped and forced it all back to where it came from. That was close. She thought she'd almost caused the Doctor to regenerate.

Raven thought quickly of what else could be affecting the Doctor? Was it a poison of some sort?! The rumble in the background dissipated as the TARDIS began to settle from whatever disaster Raven had caused and the bell stopped tolling.

Raven quickly looked around, she needed a crystal. She knew a spell to extract poisons but it needed a good crystal to drain all of the toxins into. She knew she'd seen one in the Doctors toolbox next to the console. Diving into it and throwing out half the alien looking tools she pulled out a crystal which was called a Xyton VII power cell. It was perfect.

She placed the tip of it to the Doctors forehead and began to chant a string of spells and watched as the purple gem turned black as all kind of toxins were removed. From deadly poisons to just pure caffeine and everything in between. But still the Doctor didn't budge. His life still ebbed away from her as she held him.

She didn't know what was happening. She needed to get to a hospital. Or some kind of place that knew about Time Lord biology.

But the Doctor was trying to protect me from the Time Lords. Her mind reminded her. She took a deep breath and said her reply out loud. "I didn't ask for the Doctors protection. If the Time Lords want me, I shall face them."

Raven turned to the console but hesitated. She didn't know how to fly the machine. Every time she tried to read the manual it always sounded like mumbo-jumbo to her.

Her hands hovered over the controls, unsure which switch to activate. The TARDIS was in motion sure, but he hadn't set any destination as far as she was aware. She looked up to the sky and shouted "Come on, help me. I don't know how to fly you!" But the TARDIS remained silent. How could the Doctor understand this machine?

She looked back at the Doctor, her mind suddenly rationalising. Surely, he'll just regenerate and sit up in a new form. But as she watched, his life force just seemed to be draining away. Could Time Lords die without regenerating? Perhaps she should trigger one? But there was no guarantee he'd wake up, and from what she knew of Time Lord society, causing a regeneration was just as bad as committing murder. She cursed herself for not learning more about Time Lords and their weird biology.

She decided that she couldn't take the chance that he wouldn't regenerate. She'll have to do something.

"Okay. Okay" she said leaning against the console forcing herself to remain calm. "The only person who knows how to fly the TARDIS is the Doctor, right?"

She looked down upon him as an idea occurred to her. Brain drain. She'll connect to the Doctors mind and use it just long enough to extract knowledge about how to fly the TARDIS.

She knelt at the Doctors head and lifted him up so his shoulders were resting across her bent knees, his head resting against her stomach. She placed her hands against his temples and she connected with his mind and dived right in.

She had never seen such a muddled place before. It was like a trick painting of perception Like the never ending staircase or the hall of stairs which lead everywhere but nowhere. It was confusing. She shut her eyes and waited for the jumble to make some kind of weird sense. Eventually their minds ran in sync with each other and everything resolved into a large dark chamber. A bell echoed in the Doctors mind. Raven felt unnerved because it was like the bell that tolls for death. It also sounded like that bell from the TARDIS that was ringing a moment ago.

Raven knew she was intruding into the Doctors personal space, so she was just going to find the instructions to fly the TARDIS and get a destination to head to, and get out.

As she looked something crossed her mind. It was an emotion, a deep well of sadness and depression, suffering and loneliness. But it wasn't hers. A very lonely childhood. She saw a young boy being constantly teased and bullied by the others, a boy who threw himself into his studies because he was so lonely. A boy with dreams and fantasies, a boy who escaped the citadel on Gallifrey into the wilderness to pretend to have adventures. Making enemies out of rocks, dead trees and even a dead lizard, projecting his insecurities into child like imaginings of being a hero. All to make himself feel valued. Only to go back to the citadel, be berated by his teachers, scoffed at by his fellow students, ridiculed and made an example of. A boy who only had one, true friend in the whole world but even then that friend had betrayed him to the wolves. Trust didn't come easy, and he grew to be as stubborn and harsh as stone.

This was deeply personal stuff and Raven didn't want to look at it, but it seemed to come at her hard and fast. Like something was stirring a pot inside the Doctors head, mixing everything together and kicking up stuff that he'd long since let sink to the bottom of his brain. She turned around and the image around her shifted. Darkness, but voices echoed from the depths. This was clearly one memory he'd buried, even from himself.

"Pay attention!" said a stern voice.

"Umm... Yes, master Borusa?"said a boy who sounded like he'd just awoken from a day dream.

"What did I just say? Repeat it to me boy." the boy sounded like he was hesitating. "What were we discussing?"

"Umm... Temporal Navigation?" the boy guessed.

"Of course we're discussing that. What aspect of it?"

"Umm..."the boy trailed off. The room was then filled with the laughter of many children.

"Oh, really now!" Borusa said, "You're a bright young boy, but you're wasting your potential day dreaming all day. You need to learn how to focus on your studies."

"Yes, Master Borusa" the boy said sadly, "I'm sorry sir."

"You know our responsibility," Borusa continued to scold, "Our powers are too great for the universe. We must observe and catalogue, never interfere. You must respect that if you wish to ascend and become a Time Lord."

"Yes, sir. I'm sorry sir. It is just a stupid dream." The boy said sadly. "A Time Lords power is too great to unleash on to the universe." He sounded like he was quoting someone else, but didn't believe it himself.

"Oh, what are we going to do with you?"

Raven stepped away and again the image shifted, this one coming into focus though the edges were blurred. She was now standing over a bed in a barn somewhere, it was night,it was cold and a young boy was hiding under the covers crying his eyes out. Raven didn't like this, it was painful and she could feel it, all of it. The emotions were too much and she stepped past it into the darkness again leaving that trauma behind.

Raven felt cold again.

"Zagreus sits inside your head,"

"Zagreus lives among the dead,"

"Zagreus sees you in your bed,"

"and eats you when you're sleeping."

She recited, hoping it'd work keeping the Doctors emotions at bay as well as her own.

Susan, Ian, Barbara, Vicki, Steven, Katarina, Sarah Kingdom Dodo, Ben, Polly, Jamie, Victoria, Zoe, Jo, Sarah, Leela, Romana, Adric, Tegan, Nyssa, Turlough, Peri, Mel, Ace. There were other names but they came too fast for her to catch. The Doctor liked his own company, he was used to it. But paradoxically he didn't like to be alone.

Katarina, Sarah Kingdom, Adric. Companions he couldn't save and were now lost forever. The pain that went with their loss still rang all these years later. She caught a faint memory of the fifth Doctor at the controls of the TARDIS, watching helplessly at the scanner as Adric, his companion. Stuck on a falling Space Ship desperately trying to save the world, the Doctor desperately trying to land the TARDIS to rescue him, and the shell shocked horror on his face when the ship crashed into the planet, killing the boy.

Thana Faleen. Who was that? There was something there and Raven was actually curious enough to want to see it. But it was too murky to see clearly. As if the memory was too painful so he'd buried it rather than face it.

Boldly she pushed past them all.

"You have broken our most important law of none interference" said a voice as another image materialised.

A short man with a bowl like hair cut and over sized coat stood confronting the Time Lords of Gallifrey. The Time Lords were dressed in basic robes, and this looked like a trial setting. Raven looked at this Doctor. He looked comical and he was only a little taller than she was but behind his clownish exterior his eyes burnt with a vast intelligence.

"I not only admit it, I am proud of it." the man, the Doctor said defiantly. "While you are content to just observe the evil in the galaxy, I have been fighting against it."

"It is not 'we' who are on trial here, Doctor, it is you." the Time Lords said.

"No, no, of course, you're above criticism aren't you." the Doctor said sarcastically.

"We have decided. You will return to Earth in the 20th century, in exile." said the Time Lords.

"In exile?" the Doctor echoed. "You can't condemn me to one primitive planet, in one century in time!" he cried as if this was the worst thing they could do to him "But I am well known on the Earth, it might be awkward for me."

"Your appearance has changed before, it will change again. That is part of the sentence."

"You can't just change what I look like, without consulting me!" the man cried but the Time Lords took no notice. Raven watched as they effectively murdered him, unfairly killing the Doctor, and she felt every emotion he felt as this aspect of the Doctor effectively and metaphorically 'died'. He cried out in protest as his form changed from a short, bowl hair cut, scruffy man into a taller man, much fitter and with curly white hair and still wearing the old Doctors clothes.

Raven stepped away. This is not what she needed to see. She had been inside her own mind before but it was never this treacherous or complicated. It was difficult to watch these memories she was seeing. Was this truly the Doctors past? One of loneliness and exile? It wasn't like how she imagined. She assumed he was born into some kind of prosperity. That he was well loved. She never imagined that he too truly was an exile to his own people.

"Zagreus at the end of days,"

"Zagreus lies all other ways,"

"Zagreus comes when times a maze,"

"And all of history is weeping."

She recited.

"Is that fear I sense in your mind?" said a gleeful, female voice, "You are not accustomed to feeling frightened are you, Doctor? You are very wise to be afraid of me."

Now flashes of the Doctor, now regally dressed in a frilled shirt and smoking jacket was dumped on Earth and joined an organisation called U.N.I.T. to defend the Earth against aggressive extra-terrestrials. All the while desperate to escape, to repair his broken TARDIS and leave the planet Earth. Something he eventually succeeded, but he always hesitated in cutting all ties to the place. Until his Fourth incarnation, the scarf Doctor grew sick of them all, resigned his position at U.N.I.T. and threw himself and the TARDIS back into the maelstrom of time and space.

"Evil?!" said a maliciously evil voice, "Your 'evil' is my 'good'. I am Sutekh the destroyer, wherever I tread I leave nothing but dust and darkness. I find that 'Good'" it said in relish.

Now the Doctor, in his fourth incarnation, an incarnation Raven recognised. The scarf wearing Doctor. He was in a chamber of stone facing a man in black robes and a mask who was sitting atop a stone throne. This man radiated evil and power. Raven looked at the Doctor and could taste the fear in his mind as he faced this creature. A creature she was sensing was almost as powerful as her Father Trigon.

"Sutekh..." The Doctor whispered, "Last of the Osirans."

The creature turned to the Doctor, fury was emanating through the mask. Its eyes glowed green and the Doctor collapsed to the floor in great pain, clutching his head. Raven clutched her head too. She could feel the pain. It was like strong hands were trying to crush her head, she cried in pain. She wanted it to stop, she'd give anything for it to stop. Suddenly it did.

"No, you will not die yet." Sutekh said, "Identify yourself." Raven could feel herself shuddering, she felt fear. Fear like she'd feel in the presence of her father.

"Just destroy me, Sutekh." The Doctor said, preparing himself for the end. "There is nothing else within your power."

"Identify yourself!" The Doctor refused. "It is within my power to choose the manner of your death. I could keep you alive for centuries wrapped by the most excruciating pain. Since your interference has condemned me forever to the Eye of Horus, it would be a fitting end. You'd make an amusing diversion." And Sutekh demonstrated his power on the Doctor, he screeched in pain. Raven collapsed to the floor feeling it too. Raven wanted to help and use her powers but they were useless against what was just a memory. "Now, identify yourself, plaything of Sutekh." The power lifted and Raven got to her feet. She wanted to step away before the next attack came, but she found she couldn't. She was stuck in this memory.

"I'm a traveller." The Doctor admitted.

"From where?" Sutekh asked.

"Gallifrey, constellation of Kasterborous."

"You are a Time Lord!" Sutekh realised.

"I renounced the society of Time Lords." The Doctor admitted.

"You travel in time and space?" The Doctor refused to answer, so Sutekh used his powers on him again. Raven tried to prepare herself but the pain was so great. Please, just tell him!

"Yes, yes!" He cried.

"What are you called, Time Lord?"

"I'm the Doctor."

"I offer you an alliance, Doctor. Serve me and an empire shall be yours." Raven looked to the Doctor. Would he be tempted by that offer? He looked disgusted. Raven instantly had her guard up and prepared to feel pain.

"Serve you, Sutekh?" The Doctor spat, "Your name is abominated in every civilised world. Whether that name be Sutekh, Satan, Saddos..."

"Serve me, Doctor!" the monster commanded.

"NEVER!" He cried. Sutekhs powers came, more sharply. This time the pressure came and it was more intense than anything Raven had felt before!

"You pit your puny will against mine?!" The robed creature laughed. "Kneel!"

Raven found herself doing that, she couldn't take the pain.

"NO!" the Doctor screamed. Raven collapsed to the floor looking up at Sutekh, standing tall and imposing like she expected her father to look. But so too stood the Doctor. Clutching his head in defiance.

"Kneel!" Sutekh commanded. "Kneel, before the might of Sutekh."

The Doctor fell to his knees, not in submission, but purely in pain. As he clutched his head Raven saw his eyes. They were alive, boiling with utter defiance.

"In my presence you are but an ant!" Sutekh laughed, "A termite. Abase yourself you grovelling insect." The evil creature chuckled. But the Doctor refused to give up easily.

Raven curled up on the floor, just wishing the pain would end, but still the Doctor stood in defiance. Even though his body was crumbling under the pressure his mind, brain and spirit refused to give up without a fight. How could he take this? It was agony! In her mind she'd already given up, she'd serve Sutekh if he just stopped. But looking at the Doctor, it just filled her with an equal amount of defiance. If he could resist why couldn't she?

Before she could attempt to prove herself however, the vision vanished and the pressure was released.

Raven took some time to compose herself as she got to her feet.

"Zagreus taking time apart,"

"Zagreus fears the hero heart,"

"Zagreus seeks the final part,"

"the reward that he is reaping."

Through the mists she heard a voice say to the Doctor gleefully. "There is darkness in all of us Doctor, even you." his voice was very velvety and something gave this voice a name. 'The Master.' "The Valeyard is..." the Master began to say but mysteriously the voice cut off.

The Valeyard? Where had she heard that name before?

Raven closed her eyes and forced herself past the memory. She had a job to do, all these were but distractions. But a smooth voice she knew belonged to the Valeyard echoed within her.

"You cannot escape me, Doctor. I know your destiny." the Valeyard laughed, "resist me all you want. The Web of Time demands, and what the Web demands must come to pass."

"NO, NO, I deny it!" said a shouty Doctor with an almost operatic voice, his image passed in front of her. A tall man with a mop of curly blonde hair. What was he wearing? It made her angry just looking at it. "I DENY YOU!"

The Valeyard laughed "My dear Doctor, you cannot."

Raven then felt a surge of emotions. Denial, Anger, Bargaining and Depression that seemed to just keep going in a cycle. She thought she was somehow reading her own mind again. But no, this was the Doctors mind and he was feeling these emotions. Whatever this Valeyard was it put him in a much more hopeless position than Raven could comprehend as she'd spent decades wondering, thinking, denying, bargaining and getting nowhere.

Who was this Valeyard? Who was he to the Doctor? And why did the Doctor hate him so? She wanted to find out but like with this 'Thana Faleen' stuff it was so murky it disappeared. The Doctor was very good at hiding what he didn't want to see, even from himself. She wished she could do that.

"Zagreus sings when all is lost,"

"Zagreus takes all those he's crossed,"

"Zagreus wins, and all it costs,"

"The heroes hearts he's keeping."

Raven pressed on through this storm. She caught other memories, other traumas. They were all out of chronological order but she tried to blank them out and advance on. The death of the Silurians. Hesitating at destroying the Daleks. All the people he failed to save from the Cybermen.

Through the storm she caught glimpses of the Doctor operating the TARDIS, but it was always a different console. She needed to see her Doctor flying the current TARDIS.

"Zagreus seeks the heroes ship"

"Zagreus needs the Web to rip"

"Zagreus sucks Time a drip."

"and life aside, he's sweeping."

That was a new verse in the rhyme. Where had that come from? She hadn't said it.

Finally she stumbled into a memory she could understand. The Doctor, the previous Doctor to hers, fighting to control the TARDIS. Here, in this memory she found a 'metaphor', a representation of what she was looking for. The TARDIS manual was open on the console, except the manual would be in a disused room propping up a coat hanger at this time, not in the console room. Plus the Doctor never needed it. The book was in full English and with grammar she understood.

She took the book and she felt something begin to download into her mind. She closed her eyes and carried the book back. Out of this storm. She waved her hands around trying to cut through the mist.

"Zagreus is my secret name,"

"Zagreus is the one to blame,"

"Zagreus is the Time Lords' shame,"

"The beast that I've been keeping."

She also got a vision. A name. No, not a name. A code, a set of programmable coordinates.

These things were being shoved into her brain somehow. But where from she didn't know. She reached out, trying to find an exit to the Doctors brain, it would be in some form of metaphor, a door marked EXIT would help. She couldn't just pull out of a mind, she didn't know what damage she might cause if she did.

Something was swirling in the mist. Something big, black and with a very dark aura. She tried to ignore it and move on. Nothing could really hurt her in here after all.

That was until her fingers caught something thin and slimy. It felt like it shocked her hand and when it did her finger muscles went into spasm and clamped down over it tightly and the thing continued to shock her. It felt like a million volts went up her arm and crashed into her head and she was forced from the Doctors mind. She fell back as if she'd been thrown across the console room by the force.

Her mind felt like it had been scrambled. Her eyes were firmly shut as she stood up and leaned against the console. She opened her eyes and caught her reflection in the Time Rotor.

She shrieked, "I'm a girl!" because she was expecting to see a different face and body. She shook her head. "Of course, I'm a girl! I've always been a girl!" She took a deep breath as her mind re-orientated itself, sorting out what was hers, and what was a left over mental copy from the Doctors mind.

Something had forced her from his mind, so along with the TARDIS instructions she'd also pulled a copy of a lot of other junk out with it. She mentally compartmentalised all of it. It wasn't permanent. Whatever she'd accidentally pulled out would vanish soon. She was more worried about whatever damage she might have caused the Doctor.

Raven could feel the knowledge draining from her brain already. She had to be quick.

"Okay, okay" she said. Her hands didn't fly over the console like the Doctors because though she now knew what to do, she didn't also extract the muscle memory to do it quickly. "Activate Thermal buffer." she said. As she did each action the knowledge of each stage began to leave her. "Set helmic-regulator to ten points." No, minus ten points! She caught herself. If she'd put it to ten she'd blow up the TARDIS. "In put coordinates" and into a pad next to her she typed in a set of coordinates, and adjusted the time and clock settings.

The year 21,963. November 23rd, 5:15 pm, humanian era. Why it needed to be so precise she didn't know.

Something was wrong. The Time Rotor stopped with the sound of a spring snapping. They hadn't landed, it had just stopped. What was she supposed to do now?

She got one instruction. Whack the console. That couldn't be right, but there were no other instructions left. The TARDIS should be moving. Whack the console. It said again. Come on, come on, give me something useful. JUST WHACK THE STUPID CONSOLE! The thought exploded in her mind.

Raven raised her hand and brought it down on the console at the base of the Time Rotor. Nothing. No wait, the Rotor jumped and began moving up and down freely. Stupid paint, its always jamming things up. Said a stray voice in her head.

Zagreus waits at the end of the world,

For Zagreus, is the end of the world.

Zagreus allows space to unfurl,

And his moment, is time's undoing.

Then it faded, all of it, it was all gone. The instructions to fly the TARDIS, the stray advice on what to do. All if it. She was as ignorant about this machine as she was to start with. But it was taking her somewhere and that's what she wanted.

She looked back at the Doctor. Her stolen knowledge may be gone. But what she had seen in the depths of his mind, that remained. She understood the Doctor a little bit better now. He was more complex than she imagined. He'd lived seven, full lives, felt and experienced so much. Such joy, pleasures, passions, and positivity. There were darker moments but they were so far in his past he just didn't dwell on them anymore. His personality was just so much bigger on the inside. In some of the other stray thoughts and images, the things she'd seen the Doctor capable of. The battles he'd won. She now understood why monsters wisely feared the Doctor.

They were only in flight a few minutes before the TARDIS landed. Raven activated the scanner but the screen just showed the words 'Scanner Malfunction. Do you wish to compile and send an error report?'

Trusting that the machine had brought them somewhere safe she lifted the Doctor up using her powers to aid her and she put his arm around her shoulder. She activated the door control and dragged the dying Time Lord out of the TARDIS and hopefully to help.

To Be Continued...

Authors notes: [EDITS] Changed the mystery girl from Ace Dorathy McShane to a new character I've invented. Thana Faleen, who will make an appearance in a later chapter.