infinitedc

Part Nine The TARDIS landed badly. Not catastrophically. Not even unusually badly by Zeeva ’ s standards. But badly enough that Finn immediately decided there were probably different categories of TARDIS landings. This one belonged firmly in the category of: Hold onto something ! The console room pitched sideways. Finn ’ s foamy fingers clamped around the railing. Bunsen collided with a chair. Beaker collided with Bunsen. “MEEEEEEP!” Zeeva remained at the console, fighting three controls at once. “Nearly there!” Finn looked around as another tremor shook the room. “Nearly where?!” “The intersection point!” “That sounds bad!” “It is!” “At least you ’ re consistent!” Zeeva shot him an exasperated look. “Not helping!” “Sorry!” Another alarm screamed. Bunsen scrambled upright and checked his scanner. “Dimensional separation has fallen below twelve percent!” Zeeva ’ s expression tightened. “How long?” “Approximately sixteen minutes.” Finn stared. “Until what?” Nobody answered , ...