The Tardis careened through time and space, nearly out of control as it was hit with wavefront after wavefront of temporal shifts and spatial anomalies.
“We have to set her down now!” The Doctor said through gritted teeth, “We’re losing the Void even worse than before!”
There was a massive jolt, sparks flew from the Tardis’ console, and we landed. The girls let go of the railings, and I released my brace from the railing and my back from the side of the command chair near the console.
“Where are we?” I asked with a small wince of pain; I was almost positive I bruised my kidney in flight.
“Well, we’re in the middle of the Everfree Forest; about a 7 mile trek from Ponyville.”
“Are we in danger now?”
“No more than usual, I’d guess,” the Doctor quickly murmured as he took out a pair of wide black framed glasses and put them on.
“Ok, two questions.”
“Fire away,” the Doctor began to work on the console.
“Bigger on the inside?” I asked as I pointed up to the roof of the Tardis.
“Yep.”
“Alright, I can take that in stride.”
“You had a second question didn’t you?” the Doctor blithely pointed out, as he was making some adjustments while looking at the monitor.
“Yes, what the hell are you?”
“I’m an alien.”
“Ok.”
The Doctor abruptly stopped his work, and looked up and back towards me in near surprise, “Really?”
I nodded my head in the affirmative.
“Really, you’re going to let me say ‘Look at me, I’m alien’, and just let me waltz on by?”
“My life has been a bit surreal of late; I traveled to a world populated by colorful horses who can talk, fly, and do magic. An alien and his time machine just puts the cherry on top of the banana split of weirdness that is my life so far!”
“That is a fantastic analogy. You know that, right?”
“Thank you, Doctor!” I said a little breathlessly.
The Doctor gave a little grin to that, and I had to give a little chuckle at my own analogy.
“Ok,” the Doctor clapped his hands as he turned to address all of us, “We’ve stabilized, we’re safe,”
The girls had been clustered around the three recent pony captives, but they quickly drew away as both Bon Bon and Vinyl Scratch struggled to open their eyes.
“Ohhhhh, did I’ve to much cider last night?” Vinyl Scratch groggily questioned.
“When did the cottage get metal paneling?” Bon Bon woozily asked.
“And hey! The prisoners are coming to their senses!”
“Not all of them,” Rarity said out loud with growing anxiety, “Lyra’s not waking up!”
I ran over, and lightly brushed the others aside, “Oh no, no, no, no.”
I lifted Lyra’s limp body up, and placed my ear against her mouth. I felt thin vapors brush past my ear, and I instantly became relieved.
“Thank God, she’s alive!”
The Doctor was beside me, and he scanned her with his Sonic Screwdriver. “She’s dreaming,” the Doctor said with a note of curiosity in his voice, “and obviously sound asleep; almost like she’s in a trance or something.”
I whispered into her ear, hoping desperately that what I’d heard others say about coma victims were true. I tried to recall her to life with my voice. “Lyra, come back to us. Come back to me Lyra. Come back to me.”