Rose had no idea where the Doctor was taking her. When she had entered the console room that morning, she was greeted with a mysterious, pleased-with-himself smile gracing his handsome face. He didn’t ask his normal question of where she wanted to go, simply began typing in coordinates on the computer.
She had watched from the jumpseat with some amusement as the Doctor went about his complicated, yet familiar dance around the console, pressing buttons, pulling levers and turning knobs, sending them hurtling through the vortex.
She felt a gentle thud as the TARDIS landed a few moments later. Rose hopped off the jump seat and asked, &
Sometimes you have to use what you've got.
The child lay on the edge of a precipice, eight feet below the cliff they stood on.
“We need rope!” Yaz yelled, turning to run into the Tardis.
A chunk of ledge broke away under the four-year-old, leaving his arm dangling over the abyss. His head came dangerously close to falling over, taking him with it.
“There’s no time.” The Doctor shrugged off her coat and threw it aside. “Graham, grab the Tardis... Yaz grab Graham… Ryan grab Yaz and me.”
“Wha..?”
“I’m going down.” At those steely words the Companions snapped into