Twilight Sparkle paced around the room. Sherlock Holmes sat near the dashboard of the TARDIS, smoking his pipe, while Montag continued to read. This time, he had found interest in a sci-fi book by C.S.Lewis, "That Hideous Strength".
"So," Sherlock Holmes said after a while, "what is our plan, Mrs. Pegacorn?"
"Unicorn."
"...whatever. You are a purple pony."
Twilight rolled her eyes. "I don't know what to do," she said. "When I tried to use the control panel..."
"...she kind of failed miserably," Montag chimed in.
Twilight glared at the human, then sighed and continued to pace. "The Doctor said that we need to wait for him. But how long is he going to take?"
"I would presume that this Doctor can move freely about in time?" Holmes asked. "Either that, or he has the technical power to travel throughout dimensions, if he is, in fact, in an alternate timeline like you people have told me."
"He's a time master or whatever," Twilight said. "This is his ship."
Holmes turned and looked at Twilight. "So...this thing could, theoretically, travel to our old home worlds and old times?"
Twilight nodded.
"Well then," Sherlock said, walking towards the panel, "allow me..."
"NO!" Twilight and Montag shouted in unison.
Holmes stopped and looked at the two companions. "You doubt my intelligence to grasp control system of this vessel?"
"Yes," Twilight said.
"But...I...I'm Sherlock Holmes."
The unicorn nodded.
Holmes stuck the pipe into his mouth and puffed out a burst of smoke. "Well then."
Montag chuckled.
The heavy tread of metal feet startled Twilight, who turned to see the crowbar-dude standing in the doorway of the main chamber.
"Oh!" Twilight said, suddenly feeling guilty. "Uhhhhh...Mr. Crowbar! I haven't introduced you to Mr. Holmes!"
The purple unicorn went over and nudged the human towards the other human.
"Mr. Crowbar?" Holmes asked, looking over the human who stood there, holding the bloodied weapon. Twilight forced a grin as she stood between the two very awkward ape-beings.
Holmes looked at the man there, holding his crowbar. He looked down at his metal shoes. They were bloodied a bit. He looked at the metallic-suit with orange coloring. He looked at his startling green eyes and the glasses that stood between his eyes and the rest of the world. He looked at the short black hair on the top of the crowbar guy's suit. He looked at the symbol on the chest of the suit that this crowbar-guy wore. He puffed a puff of smoke.
"I got nothing," he said finally.
Montag looked up from his book for a brief second, then shrugged and continued to read.
Twilight groaned and walked over to the control panel where she had left the copy of the Illustrated Man. She picked up and started to walk towards the rooms, where she planned on reading it.
"Wait!" Sherlock Holmes called. "Mrs. Pegacorn!"
"Unicorn," Twilight said.
"Whatever," Sherlock Holmes said. "How long should we wait for this Doctor?"
"I don't know," Twilight sighed. "I just hope that Ditzy is right, and that those zombies can't break down the door."
Sherlock Holmes nodded. "Well, I guess we'll just have to wait here."
Twilight nodded her head of purple and pink hair, then turned and started to walk into the dimly lit hallways where the rooms were. Montag exhaled slowly as he relaxed, reading.
Sherlock Holmes put his pipe down and called again to the purple unicorn.
"Yes?" Twilight asked, walking in, becoming perturbed with the human detective.
"These rips in reality," Holmes said, "and the destruction being caused. It has to be caused by something. A basic principle of science is that anything that has a beginning has to have a creation, or has to be caused. And there is a lot of weird stuff going on that just doesn't HAPPEN." Sherlock Holmes smoked a bit and then put his pipe into his pocket. "What I'm trying to say is, something caused this. Something big and something evil. And anything that powerful that is that intent on causing destruction...I am sure that the doors of this vessel cannot stop them."
Twilight stared at Sherlock Holmes as she thought about it. She knew it was true.
"Thanks for the uplifting words," Twilight said after a bit.
"Don't mention it," Sherlock Holmes smiled.
With that, Twilight turned to look at the three humans who had made their presence there, where she was. She sighed and then went to read her book.
Psychosis laughed. This was fun!
The Draqonequis laughed and turned to look at Mr. Ender, who was sitting, watching the television.
"And now, in Cosmological News," a feminine voice said, "more and more reports of rips in spacetime and enormous demons of the malevolent old gods are coming in. Destruction and insanity are everywhere. Chances of meteorite storms. Now, on to sports!"
"Ender," Psycho said, "you have to see this!"
Mr. Ender stared at the television.
"Fine," Psychosis said. "Be that guy. Be that guy. Fine. I don't care."
Mr. Ender continued to watch the TV.
Psychosis sighed. "Oh well," he said. "Cuddly is doing a bang up job of killing everything. Isn't he...myself?"
The Draqonequis turned to look at an exact replica of himself, standing there.
"Oh, yes he is," the replica said. "He is quite good at that."
"But...he is sometimes a jerk to us. Isn't he, me?"
"Sometimes," the mirror image said. "But sometimes we're kind of a jerk to him."
Psychosis rubbed his goatee. "Was that bad grammar, or just grammatical irony?"
"We don't know," the mirror image said.
There was a pause.
Psychosis sighed and turned to look back at Mr. Ender.
Who was, in fact, watching the TV.
All of a sudden, the phone rang. Psychosis grumbled and picked it up.
"House of Death," the Draqonequis said dramatically. "...and Satan is here too."
"Psychosis?" a voice similar to that of the Draqonequis replied.
"...Discord?"
What Mr. Ender heard after that little greeting went like this:
"Listen, brother, just because YOU got all gushy and mushied up in friendship doesn't mean that every single person in the family is going to be all nice and happy!...No, I don't actually care if you're friends with one of them. I don't....Yes, I do remember that time you shared destroying a planet with me. But I don't actually care. Isn't it funny, not everyone in the family is a little nice-jerk like you!...No, I don't actually care about our friendship....No, I don't actually care about friendship in any way at all....My roommates are not my friends....Actually, I do kind of hate them....What?....No. You didn't....You DID?...Listen, it's n-not that I'm a-a-afraid of m-mother, b-but...Oh, so it's going to be like that, eh?"
The pixelated dragon heard the phone violently slam. Then he heard his roommate grumbled, and something that sounded like an atom-bomb explosion rent the air inside the apartment. The dragon turned to see a smoldering crater where the phone used to be.
"Stupid tattle-tale brother," Psychosis said, sitting down next to Mr. Ender on the couch. "Stupid little twirp. That nasty little...freaking...GAAAAHHH!"
The TV burst into a billion pieces with the anger from the Spirit of Disharmony.
Mr. Ender turned to look blankly at Psychosis.
Psychosis growled and walked back to the panorama of reality (his window). "Well then," he said. "Let's just make things more complicated, shall we?"