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Part Seven The TARDIS refused to move. Zeeva stared at the console , and t hen she pulled the dematerialization lever again —n othing. The great machine gave a low, unhappy groan. Finn stood on the opposite side of the console, still clutching The Impossible Diary against his chest. “Is it supposed to sound like that?” “No.” “Seems like you've been saying that a lot today.” Zeeva shot him a look. Finn smiled innocently. Bunsen Honeydew studied one of the TARDIS monitors while Beaker peered over his shoulder. “According to these readings,” Bunsen said, “your vessel has rejected the coordinates.” Zeeva frowned. “My TARDIS doesn ’ t reject coordinates.” The machine groaned again. Zeeva looked toward the central column. “All right. She occasionally expresses an opinion.” Finn blinked. “Your spaceship has opinions?” “ TARDIS .” “Your TARDIS has opinions?” “Strong ones.” “Mee mee.” “Thank you, Beaker.” Zeeva placed both hands against the console. “All right, darling. I know you don ...