Hello lovely people! Here is yet another story for the Dimensions Series. A note: if you haven't read any of the other stories in this series than this one likely won't make much sense to you. The list of previous stories and their respective links can be found on my profile.

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Prologue:

POV: Mara

Date: June 4, 2025

Life was quiet since we Tylers had decided to take a "sabbatical" on Earth.

Well, as quiet as it ever was, anyway. As I'd mentioned before, despite having our hands full with the Gallifreyan school and community, we still lent our expertise to Kate and all of UNIT when it was needed. That kept things interesting, for sure, and certainly gave us all "cool points" with the children we worked with. Kate, Donna, all the humans around us, really, never stopped asking about when we were going back to life in the stars. We would just smile and say we were happy where we were. Which was true, and a surprise honestly. We'd never been known to stay still for long, except maybe Jenny, but she had always been a little more like Mum, who had always been better able to accept the peace that came with domesticity.

If our mum could see us now, she'd probably laugh and be thrilled by the life we led. We lived in a proper house…well, in the TARDIS, which was parked inside of our home. It hadn't taken more than a handful of months before Donna had insisted that we find somewhere other than her back garden to park the old girl.

"As much as I love you all, your dad is going to drive me up a wall if you lot don't get out of here soon," she'd told us with a laugh, though she was only half-joking. "Seriously, why did he need that much peanut butter, and how could it have possibly helped my refrigerator run better?"

And so here we were, sitting peacefully in our lounge on a Sunday night, just spending quiet time together tinkering or reading when Jenny piped up with the most surprising suggestion.

"Another Gallifreyan refugee group was overtaken by Cybermasters this week," she began while flicking through her reports from the council—the main governing body that acted as a liaison between Gallifreyans and UNIT. Jenny was a more active member than Dad or I. "Three this month."

Sadness ricocheted through our family bond. Dad let out a heavy sigh. "They've been sending out crews to find them, but they're too slow. Without access to much technology beyond what's been salvaged, it's hard to track them down."

"What if we did it?"

I blinked. "You want to play rescue?"

She bit her lip. "I just…I don't know if I can stand it—sitting here reading reports when we know that the TARDIS could help us get to more of them than any of the modes of transportation they currently have."

"It would be dangerous," Dad's voice was low. "I don't know if I like the idea of you girls doing that right now. Not to mention it would stall our rehab."

Jenny waved a hand. "You know as well as I do that we're doing well enough that we could afford to do this. When was the last time we needed a family session? When was the last time any of us saw Dr. Lochlan?"

Doctor Lochlan was part of the team of psychologists hired by UNIT to be the therapist to many of the refugees. And us. She provided each of us with individual and family sessions, and had helped us tremendously. That being said, Jenny was right. It had been some time since any of us had seen her.

I glanced over at Dad. "I'd be willing. You know as well as we do that Jenny and I are capable of taking care of ourselves."

Dad swallowed, and I could feel the little bit of nerves under his words as he nodded. "Alright, we can try one trip."