Part 7 "Explanations"
"I would invite you to talk in my cabin, but it seems to have sustained some minor damage so we will have to find another venue," said the Doctor calmly.
"It's my cabin," said Bush looking a little miffed.
"Ownership, it's all relative."
"Not from where I'm standing."
"What about the TARDIS," suggested Destiny.
"That will provide an adequate location for our discussion. Mr Hurst would you kindly follow me," said the Doctor with a flourish indicating the door.
"In there? Will we all fit? Won't it be a trifle cramped?"
"It's bigger than you think, now would you care to enter. Mr Bush maybe if you designed to take the initiative and go first?"
"I wish you wouldn't tell me what to do Doctor," snapped Bush angrily opening the door to the TARDIS and taking a step into its interior.
As Lt Hurst entered the TARDIS and the impact of the difference between what he was expecting and what he actually saw caught up with his senses, his jaw dropped.
"Well, damn my eyes if it ain't bigger on the inside then out!"
"How very perceptive of you," commented Destiny sarcastically as she made her way past the stunned officer and down the stairs, "talk about state the obvious!"
"I don't believe it. I don't believe it. It's all a dream or a trick of some kind."
"Pull yourself together man! Are you an officer of the king's navy or a cowardly frog," reprimanded Bush as if it was a perfectly normal thing to find oneself in an alien time machine.
"A-aye, sir," replied Hurst rather timidly.
"Do you want a cup of tea? The TARDIS makes a rather splendid brew," proclaimed the Doctor.
"No thank you…sir."
"There's no need for 'sir's' here young man just call me Doctor."
"Well Doctor I would like to know what's going on here 'coz I don't like it. It smacks of magic to me."
"And indeed it would do if you did not know all the facts and wouldn't we all like to understand what's going on in the universe," the Doctor spun round quickly to face the startled lieutenant, "Now I suggest you take that ship of yours and you get away from here as fast as possible," the Doctors demeanour suddenly changed he was no longer his playful self, "because if you don't that 'pirate' ship will sink you before you can say Pan Galactic Gargle Blaster. It is armed with phase variant force cannons that could rip through a starship's shields so don't go trying to play the hero."
"Doctor," said Destiny.
"I think you had better take a look at this. What does it mean?"
"Oh dear…" the Doctor pulled one of the leavers on the central console and a holographic screen full of writing in some language she didn't understand flashed down the screen at a fast pace.
"Oh dear? What does that mean?"
"It means my dear that there is a time rift approaching us," he turned to her, "It seems my 'interfering' has had some side effects I didn't account for, it's a chain reaction you see."
She didn't quite see, but wasn't about to ask and look stupid in front of the others, leaving that to Bush or Hurst thought Destiny. The Doctor suddenly started pacing up and down furiously while muttering to himself.
"Is he quite sane, sir?" Lieutenant Hurst whispered to Bush.
"Honestly, I don't know. He-,"
"Ah ha," shouted the Doctor suddenly leaping up, holding one hand in the air pointing to the ceiling in a gesture of triumph, startling everyone, "It so clear now. Why didn't I think of it before?"
"Maybe if you tried thinking you'd have ideas more often," said Destiny sarcastically.
"Please child this is no time for facetiousness we have work to do!"
Having long since left the Nonsuch in Lieutenant Hurst's fairly capable hands and were now travelling through the time vortex in the TARDIS.
"All we have to do is put everything right again," explained the Doctor.
"I don't see that him," Destiny pointed to Bush, "remembering anything or not would make any difference."
"I agree is this really necessary?"
"I can not be sure whether it would have an affect either way and I'm not about to jeopardise the continuum on a maybe," the Doctor paused and sighed looking down at his shoes then back up at the two curious faces peering back at him, "I'm sorry but some thing's just have to be done."
"Will it hurt?"
"Oh, no, no, no. It's painless. All you have to do is sit there everything you've experienced will be to you only a dream and as time goes on your mind will find ways to rationalise answers for your experience."
The Doctor took out a small device from his pocket. It was about the size of his hand with a lens of some kind in one side. It was made of some smooth, shiny black substance and had several buttons along the side. He held the device up in front of him the lens facing towards Bush.
"Now look into the lens, that's it," there was a bright blinding flash, "1, 2, 3…"
The Doctors voice gradually faded into the distance. Suddenly everything went black.
The next thing Bush knew he was opening his eyes experimentally. He quickly scanned the room. It seemed he was lying in a bed in some kind of infirmary.
He called out.
"Doctor? Doctor where are you?"
A nurse approached him she looked the spitting image of Destiny.
"You're awake at last."
"Yes. Er… Destiny where's the Doctor? Where am I?"
"Excuse me, sir but you mistake me for someone else. You are in the makeshift infirmary in La Havre. There was an explosion. You were found badly injured and unconscious we presumed you must have been blown clear by the blast."
"The blast? W-w-what are you talking about?"
"You must have had a bigger bump on your head than we thought. We couldn't find any identification on you. What is your name? Is there anyone we should contact?"
"Well I-I-I… err? I can't remember. I don't know who I am," exclaimed Bush.
He tried to sit up, but a sharp pain went through him and he lay back down again.
"It will come back to you soon you just need your rest. The doctor will be round to see you soon," she winked at him and for a moment he thought he saw a tinge of purple in her green eyes.
He went to speak, but she had already blown out the candle on the small table beside him and was off to see another patient. He suddenly felt really drowsy and his eyelids felt heavy as he sunk into his bed, into unconsciousness.