Initial Feelings on Nostalgia

 Recently, some things just don't feel right about canon, and what canon means. I have grown up in the early 2000s, right before many of what would be said the "Sequel resurrections" began, or even rebooting classic franchises, so I grew up on a lot of older media thanks to my parents, from what they liked. It's why I fell in love for things like Back to the Future, Wizard of Oz, The Herbie series of Movies, and such. It's because back then that's what you had. If you wanted to watch something of the past, you went out and found it, or you found a book of that series and read about it. Back then, the series on TV wasn't the end for that series. Books and audio stories and all sorts of other media was created and written and produced by love for that series. It's how we ended up with books like Dark Mirror for the Next Generation, or the Indiana Jones series of Novels. They were not just to fill in gaps, but they were written out of love and to tell their own stories with these characters.

May I introduce, the New James T. Kirk.

It's Why I have to show pictures like this and just cringe. This picture is of the brand new series, with a Brand new James T. Kirk in the reigns, to "bring up the ratings" and bring up the show to new heights. It is the exact problem I have with today's Nostalgia Baiting. While I would like these shows in principle, bringing these characters to new adventures or telling ones that haven't been told, it is the way that they can't help themselves. This is the third James T. Kirk to be brought into Star Trek Fandom now. In 2009, One was created, with much backlash, and in order to save that production before it was burned to the ground, they had to create an entire "new timeline" for it to exist, and while it's 3 movies do have their fans and it's interests, it made sense, but worked as a trilogy. Don't add any more. (Oops, adding a 4th, see where I am going with this?)

No, see, it is with this exact sort of thing that I have a problem, and why now I have to write down my thoughts about Nostalgia baiting. It just doesn't work. Normally, when you try to bring back classic characters, you bring back those characters and their actors. It's why for 2009, they brought back Old Spock and MADE it old Spock, It's How Star Trek Online thrived in it's storytelling, telling of the universe post Spock's disappearance. But now all of the Original Series actors are all but gone, with a few notable selections. However, in this new age of recasting, why not just throw something together with a new guy? "Hey everyone, Look! A New Kirk! We can make those stories you always wanted to see now!" It's like with Solo. Instead of letting other people tell their stories, Disney ran out and published a two bit jumbled mess of "This is Han Solo, a liar and a cheat who lied about his conquests but secretly is the hero that we know of in A New Hope." No, no, no, That's not how these things go.

Series nowadays aren't being left to serve as jumping off points as they were in the past. Nowadays, it's like every single gap must be grouted over, every single story must be shown in full detail and explain, with iron grips, so that THEY have the claims to what stories they can tell with their characters. What happened to the age of Creativity?

An Introduction of Sorts.

 So. Hello. It is wonderful to meet you, but in weird and in slightly different circumstances. My name is MichaelWhovian, I run a small YouTube channel and I have been in a video or two on others, as I explore my options in what is called an odd exploration of life. I find this odd that I am exploring this in word, because as I am reading my own words, they are coming out in jumbled phrases or some sort of botched speech that I never thought I would say. The reason Why before this are 6 oddly cut and copied stories, is because those 6 are stories I am proud of writing, and while I am proud of more, I thought those 6 would be a good introduction to some of the writing that could be expected here. I am not a blogger in a sense. I can barely write a three-page essay before I go copying my own words five times and stumble over myself trying to explain what in the hell I said or what I am getting at. It's why two of my friends recommended actually USING this website for something besides just having it sit in some unused part of the internet and be empty, but actually use it to tell my thoughts and explore my thinking on things.

I am known for quite a few hot takes. A few have gotten interactions that are best described as laughter inducing, but it is a different way to explain them. I will come by every now and again, and write down a few ideas, or have a rant, or tell a story, and I hope each and every one of you will come along on the adventure.

The Professor's Adventures - Episode 4: The Reality Reactor

 EPISODE 4: The Reality Reactor

The low thrum of the console room was the first thing that echoed in the silent TARDIS. The warning lights flashed through the roundels, bright red, shining on everything it could, while lights began to turn on in the corridors all the way down to parts unknown. Steven slowly stirred from his slumber as the sound of the cloister bell filled his ears, smoke rising past his nose. Steven shook, his eyes slowly began to open, peering around his surroundings. The console room looked spotless, everything back on it’s shelves, the TARDIS itself as still as a baby. Not a movement echoed through it’s halls, as he slowly began to rise off the floor.

“The Hell….?” Steven Spoke, his words echoing down the empty corridors inbetween the blaring Cloister bell. The groaning and straining of the pipes behind the walls groaned as he peered around the room. Everything was neatly put back into place, cleanly dusted, even the console was cleaned like it was with a fine-tooth comb. The Time Rotor shone in the low red light, as Steven slowly walked to the entrance into the corridors, the lights flickering back to normal inside them for a brief instant before turning back to the crimson red.

“Professor?” Steven yelled down the hallway, trying to get a response. “Professor Please! Are you down there?!” His voice echoes down the corridor, his calls for help gone unnoticed, as the lights kept flickering back and forth, trying to kick back on main power. Steven sighed, slowly stepping into the corridor, but not moving past the doors, eyeing around. The roundels have turned into mirrors, all of them shining, reflecting the other wall all the way down, the corners have disappeared, it’s now just one long passageway. Steven shivered, looking around for any movement down the corridor. His eyes bounced around the mirrors, from roundel to roundel, before he began to take a step.

A Loud bang jerks him from his trance. Steven jumped back, falling to the ground, as hands pull and grab, push and pull, the other side of the mirrors. His eyes grew wide. It’s like a horror movie. He slowly looked around, before looking to one of the Mirror Roundels. What faced him was not a reflection of himself. What faced him was a man dressed in a star blue globe, Golden gauntlets, and a golden mask. Nothing more. The man banged against the glass, trying to break free of this prison of sorts he was in. Steven slowly looked around, before looking to another of the mirrors. This one was of a woman, dressed in biker gear, her long red hair glowed in the low light, lashing a three-pronged whip against the glass.

“What are these People…..” Steven Spoke, eyeing at the different people behind the mirrors, from an ancient man in a black cloak shooting lightning at the glass trying to smash it, to a crazed man in a blue suit, hitting the mirror with a baseball bat, to even a woman dressed in white, long brown hair, her eyes shut, the mirror shaking slightly but not budging. It’s like a Prison. Inside the Professor’s TARDIS. Who could have….What is this place, Steven thought.

“Welcome to my mind.” The voice stunned Steven as he quickly turned around. There stood a man, in a green suit jacket, red tie, black vest, and white shirt. His pants, black, still shown the age in them. Short black hair. Those eyes of interest as he stared into one of the mirrors, on the other end, a man with a large gauntlet and an elegant red and gold robe. The two are glaring at one another, as the man in the green suit jacket slowly moved to another. “Welcome to my mind, well, a more physical representation of it anyway.”

“Your brain?” Steven said, Puzzled. “This is the PROFESSOR’S TARDIS! And just who are you, anyway?! And what have you done to the Professor and his TARDIS?!”

“What did I do- WHAT DID I DO?!” The man turns to him, his face red with anger, a flash of rage. Quickly, he coughs, his face turning to normal, wiping his forehead. “Sorry, Sorry, Quick Tempered. Not the best when you need to be diplomatic and you end up punching the President of the Federation over a Klingon Insult. My head. You are inside a physical Construction of my head. You could call what has happened a Reality Bomb.” A Crack echoes from near the door. Like glass cracking. The two go silent, and slowly look to the doors into the console room. The man with golden gauntlets punches again against the glass, his finger has reached out past the glass. The man stands there, shaking a bit, before looking to Steven.

“Run-“ Before he could even finish, the two quickly ran down the corridor, the sound of glass began to echo again and again, as the ones trapped behind the glass began to break through. The man with golden gauntlets pulled on the glass, breaking another chunk off in the process.

“PROFESSOR!” The man screamed from the hole in the glass, trying to get out of his locked in prison, as others banged and cut at the glass to their own prisons. A whole prison ship inside the Professor’s TARDIS. “PROFESSOR!” The man screamed again, trying to reach out with his golden gauntlet, trying to grab at anything. “YOU CAN’T ESCAPE FROM US, PROFESSOR!”

Meanwhile, Down the corridor….

The man dressed in the green suit quickly pulled Steven into a darkly lit room as glass being smashed echoed all around them from the corridors, hands reaching out trying to grab at him and the Professor’s young companion. Steven’s mind raced as he looked around the room this strange man who called himself the Professor pulled him in. It seemed to be a forest, but everything is growing out of gigantic pots, carved out of beautiful handmade stone and the shiniest copper. The floor was sandstone, with roots extending out of every turn and block, trying to reconnect with the pots which the plants have called their homes. The plants themselves were the most remarkable things he had ever seen. Shiny black bark, and the most beautiful purple and green leaves, mixing together in vine like branches stretching all around the room, tying each other up like handmade decorations.

“What are these things….”Steven said, his mind completely forgotten to their dilemma for the moment, staring at the beauty of the trees around him. “They’re so….Beautiful….”

The man slowly turned back to him, smiling a bit, before putting his head to the door, listening to the muffled sounds of glass breaking. “Yes, Yes….” The man said, listening to the sounds, trying not to pay attention to the teenager looking around the plants. “I had to save them from a dying planet, and I just forgot to replant them in another universe. It was a beautiful world, Dear boy, you should have seen it in it’s hayday. Oh the gigantic city of Zervana 4…..Thinking about the things lost from that supernova…It’s the same thing I thought about when I learned of Krypton’s Explosion so long ago….” He peered back at the teenager. “Still questioning about who I am?”

Steven slowly looked back at him, seeing the cold look on his face, hiding the fear he is feeling within himself. “No, but it’s impossible….I know the Professor! You can’t be him!”

“Really?” The man said in a joking tone. “Remember what my future self told you, right when I first met you dear boy. That I had changed my face for another.” He turned around, smiling a bit, fixing his suit tie. “He is what I will become. I’m still in my own head, my portrait isn’t complete. Especially given our circumstances, I do not think it will be completed if we don’t wake up me from whatever trap has occurred.”

“So you think this was a trap meant for you?” Steven’s eyes grew bigger, looking at the man as he paced a bit, trying to think of a plan.

“Oh yes of course.” The man replied. “Using my mind as a reality bomb? It does make sense. Although I don’t know who would be so stupid to try that plan. My memories are so dangerous to my universe, Steven Lesterton. So very dangerous. Given what I have seen in my nearly 3 thousand years of traveling around the Multiverse, and the Time War…..And the Wars I’ve seen….” The man slowly trailed off, lost in thought about his past adventures, thinking, as loud glass cracks echoed from behind the door.

“Professor, please, How are we going to get out of here?!” Steven cried, the sounds of glass cracking echoed more and more from the corridors. “Who even are those people?! Behind the glass?!”

“Every villain I’ve ever faced.” The Professor said with a grim tone, heading past Steven for the wall, feeling around it for something. “Memories of them of course, but since we are inside my mind, folded out…..They are as dangerous as the real things.”

Steven’s mouth held agape, looking back to the door. Every Villain? EVERY LAST ONE? How long did the Professor said he lived….Over 3 Thousand years? Steven’s heart pounded with absolute fear as he saw the door shake, like someone or something was on the other side.  “Professor….”

“Hang on, Hang on….” The green suited man slowly ran his hands along the wall, before an audible click echoed in the room, a portion of the wall popping open. The man grinned. “Bingo.” The man slowly pulled open the section, revealing a small tunnel, wrapped with all sorts of tech, hanging wires and screens lining the walls. “The Jefferies Tube Network.”

“The What?!” Steven yelled, the banging on the door echoed louder and louder, as more and more hands beat on the door trying to break in. “Professor, we don’t have time! The door-“

“I know, I know, Just get in! Quickly!”  Steven looked at the tunnel, peering down at the end, and the ways beyond. It took only a second for him to bolt, and dive inside, not caring abound the wires hanging. As Steven crawled like his life depended on it, the man eyed back at the door, as the door cracked open, the golden gauntlet smashing through, the cold black hole of the golden mask the person wore peered at the green suited man.

“I know what you are thinking. Not yet.” The Professor narrowed his eyes. “If you want me, and I know very much that you do. I won’t go with you and your friends. You want me? Try and Catch me.” With those words, the green suited man dived into the tunnel, and shut the door behind him. The yell of anger came soon after, as the golden gauntlet smashed through the door, trying to get through.

Steven quickly hid in a smaller pod section of the tubes, as he heard the doors close to the tubes. “PROFESSOR?!” He yelled, eyeing at all of the hanging wires and sparking screens.

“Everything’s alright!” Steven couldn’t help but smile from the sound of the man’s voice. He has the Professor’s way of “poking the bear” at least, pissing people off who you really shouldn’t.

“Professor, what happened back there?! All I heard was the door smash and then mumbling! You alright?!”

Murmured laughter echoed down the corridor, getting closer and closer to him. “Just an old friend, nothing more, Steven.” The Professor said, slowly making it into the alcove, trying to move away wires, and push them back into the walls. “Infuriating….Look at the state of these, that crash did more damage to her than I originally thought….”

“Professor, are you sure?” Steven asked, trying to help him move some of the wires so he can at least sit down. “I hear someone scream before everything went muffled again, and it seemed whoever-“

“Steven, drop it, would you?” The Professor spoke, his words becoming much more commanding. “I would rather not answer the question, given what has happened to my TARDIS.” Steven watched him as he looped the wires over multiple posts inside the small alcove, trying to keep them from sprawling out all over the place again. “Look at what they did to you…” He grumbled, watching some of the screens click on, reading the scans. Dots surrounded around the Jeffries Tubes entrances, all but one, stationary, almost like they are waiting for their Prey to come out. Like the Spider and the Fly story, but the other way around.

Steven shook as he watched the screen, seeing all those dots surrounding the entrances, moving around, but not much, almost like guardians. “Are those them……The villains you were talking about…..every single one….?”

“This is wrong, very very wrong….” The Professor mumbled to himself, watching the dots move around. “They shouldn’t be working together, I’ve worked it out, so many of them have their egos, they would rather die than give in to cooperation with others like themselves, so why…..” The Professor ripped the screen off the wall, tying a wire into itself, trying to keep power within the very screen. It flickered for a moment before changing, the dots now having moved into the corridors…..before a few enter into the Jeffries Tubes. “MOVE!” The Professor cried, quickly hurrying down the southern entrance of the alcove, heading who knows where into his TARDIS. “FASTER, STEVEN! FASTER!”

“Why, Why?! What happened?!” Steven dove in after him, as lightning flew into the alcove bouncing around the screens and wires, causing a fire to burn within the room within seconds, the fireball consuming the alcove within mere moments of their departure.

“They’ve broken in! Come on, we don’t have much time!” The Professor yelled. “Come on now! To the Eye of Harmony!”

Meanwhile…..

The man with the golden gauntlets grew angrier and angrier as he watched the screen at the entrance into the Jeffries Tubes, watching two dots move further and further away from the burning alcove. Behind his golden mask an angry sneer formed on his face, before he looked away. “Those insufferable idiots….” The Man grumbled. “They can’t even destroy someone properly. But no matter. I know where you are headed, Professor. You honestly believe you can free yourself now?” The man looked into the mirror, and his reflection peered back. The golden pointed mask. The golden Gauntlets. The starry blue robe, which fell to the floor, The outfit of the ancient Temporal Engineers on Gallifrey. The man slowly removed his mask, to reveal a scarred face, an eye turned white with a scar running down his right eye. His face matching mostly that of the Doctor’s Fifth Self. No, The Face the Doctor STOLE from him. His face. “Do you honestly think, Professor, that you stand to challenge ME?! ME!? I AM OMEGA, ONE OF THE FOUNDERS OF GALLIFREY! AND MY RULE IS ABSOLUTE!”

Episode 4, Part 2: The Edge of Annihilation

The Professor scurried out of the Jeffries Tubes as fast as he could, Steven following right behind him, as smoke billowed out of the tubes. The Fireball was contained inside the alcove, but the smoke was far less lucky. He barely was able to hold his breath long enough to open the gate. Steven had even less time. Quickly, the two hurried out of the way of the path of the smoke, coughing their lungs out as the smoke rose to the ceiling, and out of the corridor. “Well!...” The Professor coughed, trying to get the smoke out of his lungs, taking as big breaths as he possibly could. “That was a fun run, don’t you say?”

“Fun? FUN?!” Steven yelled, trying to get out of the path of the smoke as fans began to activate on the ceiling, blowing out the smoke into the universe within the confines of the TARDIS. “Professor, we were nearly cooked! Flame-broiled like hamburgers! Who would even try something like that?!”

“Well, given that fire rushed towards us, I would say a flamethrower…..or Firebender, given the rage of the flame….” The Professor watched the smoke billow out of the tube, embers flying out like sparks. “As to who is leading them, we have to guess……No matter, we are close to the Eye of Harmony. We have to hurry, before the TARDIS is forever turned into a madhouse…”

Steven watched the Professor run down the corridor, turning a corner as fast as he could, hearing the embers crackle behind him. “Madhouse?” Steven thought. “It’s already a madhouse, given what is happening….” Steven quickly began to follow behind the Green Suited Man. “Oh Professor….Please be ok….” Steven hurried after the Green Suited Man as fast as he could, eyeing down the corridor. The roundels looked more solid, the lights cracked, the wood used for the walls were more and more aged the deeper the two got. They were headed for the deepest ring if they were inside a tree. The oldest part of the TARDIS.

“The original console room should be around here somewhere….” The Green Suited Man mumbled, eyeing around the corridor as he ran. “Having converted it…..It should be around here somewhere…” Steven watched as the man ran square into a door at the other end of the corridor, falling forward, hitting the ground, the lights inside the room shining a vibrant green and bright yellow.

“Professor, you alright?” Steven yelled, hurrying down the corridor to join him. The Professor slowly rose off of the floor, coughing a bit from the dust in the room.

“Ok…..Lots of dust, haven’t needed to see the eye in a very long time….”

“Professor, you ran straight into a door…..”

“Yes, and that also decided to really hurt..” The Professor slowly rose off of the floor, holding his side a bit, trying to steady himself, as he eyed around the room. The room was the original console room, but the walls were cracked open, the light green walls shining with yellow, particles slowly moving out of the cracks. The original console bloomed out like a tree, the tech sharing out around the room, hanging from the ceiling with wires like vines. Where the Time rotor once stood, a tiny white star slowly spun around inside the tree like structure, the tree moving in and out like a beating heart. The floor was cracked with metal roots, moving in and out of the room like snakes.

“What is this place, Professor……..” Steven said, slowly walking inside the room, eyeing the white dwarf star inside the metal tree, watching it breath.

“Welcome to the heart of the TARDIS. Her original heart, Sprouting new life.” The Professor smiled, slowly walking over to the tree, running his hand along the metal bark, the tech along it’s shiny, aged surface moved in tandem to the thrums echoing in the room. He smiled, eyeing around the room, looking at the ceiling where the large white dish styled art shattered, melding in with the branches and vines of the metal tree, creating the most beautiful leaves, the cracked shards hanging from all over. “This and the original eye room was all that there was when we found her so long ago…..Forgotten in some distant corner of the TARDIS Repair rooms….Of course it was up to me and Starbright to help her grow.” He ran his hand along a vine, smiling, mesmerized in his memories. “Hello, Dear….”

Steven watched in awe as the hole where the white star floated began to creak open, her heart beating in tandem to the sounds of the machine, floating around the room like a curious child, passing in between the vines of the metal tree, diving back into the branches, swirling around the leaves, before returning back inside the tree, the hole slowly crunched itself back into normal size. “She can move her own heart….?” Steven said, still in awe.

“She’s a brilliant one, isn’t she?” The Professor said, looking back to him. “She’s got to explore on her own every once in a while. She is unique, and marvelous. A Wonderful Example of a TARDIS.”

“She is, is she?” A voice echoed into the room, causing the Professor to freeze, an angry glare forming across her face. “Then you really have never seen the power a TARDIS can do when the right owner is in charge.” The two slowly turned to the door, to see the man with the golden gauntlets standing there, his helmet removed, his human face staring at the two with rage and anger in his eyes, lightning dancing across the fingertips of one of the gauntlets. “What is it, Professor? Scared? Shocked? Don’t you try and guess anything about me. That I could so easily bring my own consciousness into this trap built for you and your…..companion….”

The Professor slowly walked up to the man with golden gauntlets, his eyes narrowed, Steven could almost say that he was growing right where he stood, his shadow stretching up the wall. “Omega….” He spoke, his voice echoing from behind his teeth, clenched together.

“It has been some time, Commander. Tell me, Was it the fear that made you abandon so many of your fellow Timelords, or was it some ill-fated attempt to save yourself after you watched what the war did to your friends?” The Professor swung, hitting Omega across his face, his eyes burning with rage, with despise against him.

“Don’t you dare come to me with memories of the war, Omega. May I remind you of what your “supposed” friend did to you because he wanted you back to serve in it?”

Steven watched in horror as the green suited man began to grow, his very form changing. He slowly stepped back, hiding behind the heart of the TARDIS, hearing the now low thrumming coming from it, like she herself was scared. “I remember the scars, the burns, the shape he pulled you out of the anti-matter universe. Your old outfit cut to ribbons in your rage. The snake helmet smashed to pieces against the wall, your very consciousness was turning back from that face you borrowed, into nothing but that. Just like the Great Intelligence. Until he gave you a suit….A Brand new suit. With that suit, you turned me from a care-free person who didn’t want nothing to do with that dam war. You and him sent me into the chambers…….” The Professor began to morph in front of him. The short man has changed into a man much taller, with blond hair and cold amber eyes. His outfit had changed, from the green suit into the shalka coat, a black vest, a white shirt with a red bowtie, black jeans, and worn black combat boots. His face was written with a thousand battles in the glare he was giving Omega, his eyes were full of age, full of the sadness he had seen.

“and I came out as Me.” His voice was full of age, full of the anger over hundreds of years. Steven watched as that new man punched Omega again, this time sending him out of the room, his fists shaking, stepping to the door, his anger overboiling. “I did nothing over your war. We did nothing. The Doctor was an innocent traveler, and you threatened Earth because of it. I was a scientist and Explorer, AND YOU TRIED TO STEAL MY RESEARCH FOR YOUR OWN GAINS IN THAT STUPID WAR!” Steven covered his mouth, as he remembered what the Professor told him in the Pyramid. About the Timewar. The man he was. The man they turned him into. Is this him? Is this the person who fought in all of those wars…?

Steven ran up, and grabbed onto the Professor’s arm as he tried to swing again, Omega laughing from the punch, slowly standing up from it, The Professor trying to get another shot off. “LET GO OF ME, BOY!” He yelled. “THIS DOES NOT CONCERN YOU!”

“Professor, don’t you see?!” Steven cried. “They’re trying to make you be the man you were, trying to make you become the man they wanted you to be during that war you told me about! Don’t you remember?! The Pyramid, You said you couldn’t be the monster they wanted. You couldn’t stand to hurt people! Please, Surely there is a piece of my professor in you, You can’t let them win! You have to break free!”

The Professor slowly eyed back to the boy, seeing him trying with all of his might to pull him away, and then to the man who caused him so much pain, almost trying to hold back his incessant laughter. With one quick motion, he slammed the door shut, and locking it, turning back to the boy. “There is only one course of action here. We have very little time left. We have to get free of this hold.”

“Then what do you suggest?!” Steven yelled. “How can we stop this from going even more out of control?!”

The Professor slowly eyed around the large tree, watching the central eye move in and out, watching the beat of the TARDIS’s heart. Slowly, he puts his hands on the side of the hole, and pulled, stretching out the hole inside the tree, causing a small swirling portal to form inside. “We leave this accursed nightmare.”

Steven’s eyes inflated, slowly walking over to the portal, peering inside. “What is this….?”

“Our Way out. Watch out for the Heart of the TARDIS, and you’ll do fine.” And with a quick movement of his hand inside the hole, he is sucked inside, twisting like a drain, before he disappears, the door leading to the corridors begin to bang and ache, the door itself beginning to glow white hot from the energy behind the door. Steven’s eyes grew wider, backing away to the tree, before sticking his hand inside the tree, and being sucked inside, the portal snapping shut behind him.

The view was incredible. Sights of the most beautiful purples and greens, Pinks and whites, swirling in the void as he felt his very mind travel. He could see himself, a younger child, curled up with his parents, playing in one of the many nebula clouds like a television set. He began to smile, seeing his family at their happiest…. before people started disappearing. First, his father, the nebula showing his dad in a punching match with another man for some food for their families. Then his mother, running down an alley, before herself disappearing. The house burnt, a mob throwing cocktails down a street in rage. Steven shook, but in rage or in sadness, he can’t tell, before his mind drifts more and more down the endless abyss of the nebula, his mind slowly going to rest, and he quickly lost consciousness.

Some Time Later…

Steven stirred on the floor of the TARDIS console room, letting out a slight moan from being uncomfortable. While the floor looked like wood, it still felt like metal to his back. Slowly, he opened his eyes, to see the Professor, His Professor, with a glass bottle of Coca-Cola in his hand, holding it out to the newly awakened teenager. “Good morning, Steven.” The Professor said, smiling, his hair slightly disturbed but otherwise he seems to be well. “Have a nice nap?”

“Professor….?” Steven’s voice is hoarse, his throat sore, trying to speak is very difficult. The Professor smiled, sitting the drink down next to him, slowly sitting down next to him.

“Drink. Mental Voyages are horrible on the throat, you sound like a frog for a while if you don’t drink something and very quickly.”

Steven slowly eyed the Coca-Cola, before he began to drink it, coughing as it went down his throat, rubbing his throat as he felt it. “What happened, Professor…?”

‘If I had to guess, the TARDIS hit something. Something that was forced into our path. I nearly had to remodel my console room from the smoke! Do you realize the damage smoke can do to old technology?!” The Professor sighed. “Well. At least we were kept safe from the smoke. Quite painful on the lungs.”

Steven chuckled a bit, drinking a little more of the soft drink. “Who were those others, Professor? The ones I met?”

The Professor looked to him, giving a small smile across his face. “Some other time, Steven. And Some other Story.”