All of time and space; everywhere and anywhere; every star that ever was. Where do you want to start?
...'Ah. Excellent question.
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"I, think I took a wrong turn at the planet Albuquerque. But I'm not going to stand by while people are in trouble."
"That ought to buy us some time!"
"Precious seconds in which to RUN, NOW--"
The Doctor took a few seconds to make it through the tangles of that sentence--
"If you're up, pull it up, if you're down, push it up. If you're UP-up then push it down otherwise pull it."
"Does that make sense?"
These are precious seconds where she's not pulling the lever.
"Why do we even have that lever?!"
Well, the zero-g is useful when he wants to relax and read while floating. Adding more gravity, though? When has he ever needed more gravity?
"You can pull the lever when we land. But pull it 𝘶𝘱."
"Two hearts, actually! Backup cardiovascular system. Means I'm very good at cardio."
Mostly running.
Dulcinea, from what he'd gathered...probably had to have a lot of body awareness, in the same way that soldiers had to learn where the landmines were buried.
"But, you're right, actually. I mean, this body's carried me through a few hundred years? But the last one only lasted about twelve."
The Doctor shrugged.
"It's a lottery."
Was there something he'd forgotten to explain here?
...OH!
"Self-replicating strawberry jam! Who came up with that?!"
Fiftieth-century scientists with more experimental chemicals than sense.
"Anyway, it spat everyone out, I think I put the Shard back the way it was. But I think I smell like strawberries now."
Could be worse.
The TARDIS actually has a little noise it makes when things are going from bad to screwed? And the Doctor can hear it, chiming.
Right now.
Plus she's appeared in a TARDIS in mid-flight which should be impossible?!
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“You were in my dream, @Doctor_InTARDIS, as a little Pomeranian dog and you drowned. I’m very sorry about that because you were a four-times Crufts winner.”
The fact that she has just appeared inside a moving TARDIS to let him know this little factoid is a sure sign of DOOM.
So she's a reality warper, and the best thing to do is smile and reply before he can try to deal with her, if need be.
"I was a dog? A Pomeranian dog?"
"Well, takes all kinds to make a multiverse. I had a dog once! A robot dog!"
"Although it wasn't as cool as it sounded."
"Basically? It's like speed tapas."
The Doctor had once visited the High Kitchens of Colosseo Oro, those gleaming monuments to epicurean pleasure, and then he'd been locked in them for a month with giant flesh-eating locusts outside.
The key to surviving?
But, in the middle of the action, and in the middle of bringing over nachos with added salsa, melted cheese, and weightlessness...
He paused, took Sylvie's face in his hands, and kissed it.
Because, well, she did look lonely. Faces were sometimes hard to read.
"Lemon juice?"
He'd never tried that on a sandwich. Never tried capers, at all. Apart from the 'wacky and zany' kind.
Still, he hopped to his feet, pointing up with both hands.
"Worth a shot!"
Everything was, at least once!
"Let's do some kitchen experiments!"