Psi and Clara took the lead, although none of them really knew where they were going as they headed through the maintenance hallway, looking for some sort of clue to what the mysterious Architect wanted them to do next. Saibra followed swiftly behind, their eagerness brought on by the adrenaline from the situation contrasted by her want to just get out. None of them really knew what to look for, but they all kept their eyes peeled, looking around the large steel structures that made up the machinery and corridors that they were walking through.
"So, what do we do?" Danni asked the Doctor, "Just keep going, following this mad man's plan to rob a bank?"
"That's pretty much it." He replied, turning his head as they walked past a rather large tank to see around it, "Get in and get what you came for without having our brains turned to soup."
"Hang on, what I came for?" She repeated, baffled, "Why do you think we've come for something I wanted?"
"Well, it's not like I'm looking for anything." He pointed out, darting around a large steel beam that was helping hold up some stairs to the next floor, "My wife and my TARDIS, what else could they possibly have that I would want?"
"Don't let her hear you say it in that order." Danni replied, teasing him with a grin on her face.
"She'll just have to deal with it." He retorted, "But unless we find the TARDIS at the end of this particularly dangerous rainbow – which I doubt, seeing as I agreed to the memory wipe – then we must be here for you." He fell back by her side, the two walking in silence for a moment, "So?"
Danni's brows furrowed in thought. He genuinely thought that the only things he wanted were her and the TARDIS, even if she still didn't quite believe the hinting that he meant her first. But she was pretty much the same. Her Theta and her big blue box, what else was there that she wanted?
Well, Clara, but she was right in front of them getting along with their two new friends/accomplices like they'd always known each other, so it can't be that either. In fact, the only thing at the moment that would make their life complete would be the little baby that they always wanted…
Danni paused mid-step, the hope behind that thought forcing her to a standstill, "Fertility?" She asked out loud. The Doctor turned to see her staring at him, those big brown eyes wide as she looked shocked at her own conclusion.
"Fertility?" He repeated, taking the couple of steps he'd taken without her back again.
"Well, it's like you said, isn't it?" She replied, "I only want you and the TARDIS. The only other thing I ever had was my memories, so it had to be pretty important for me to agree to give any of them up, even if it was only an hour or a day or whatever it was. What's more important than that? Do you think that's what waiting? Someone's giving us a chance to have a baby?"
Her hopeful questions had come out of complete left field. One minute he was worried that he was losing her, the next he was finding out that not only was she still thinking about children, that she was thinking about it with him and not just with his old self. He hadn't heard her talk about her want to have a child with him in over three hundred years, and while the relief that she still wanted that was very much there, it was a lot to process in one dump of emotional information, even for him.
There also was the fact that he very much doubted that at the end of the trail was a vial with an instant fix to their compatibility issues. There was only so far genetic manipulations could go, and with what was in Danielle's genes… there was just no way that anyone could have found a way for them to conceive. And the hope and longing in her eyes as she waited for an answer wasn't something he wanted to tear down.
Luckily he was saved from that hideous task by Clara calling out to Psi, darting off to the side with the half-computer following. Saibra was shortly behind them, proving that Clara had spotted something important. The Doctor snatched up Danni's hand, knowing that he was leaving the question hanging in the air, but he still dragged her over to the case that was waiting for them.
"There you go." The Doctor declared, "The Architect has set it up for us, laid everything out nice and neatly for us to find."
"How does he get the cases here?" Clara asked.
"By breaking into the bank in advance of breaking into the bank." The Doctor replied, giving the case a quick glance over, but didn't pick it up. This case was a lot smaller than both the one that had told them of their incredibly dangerous mission and the one that had held the dimension shift bomb. He resisted the urge to open it, though, or even touch it. The more guilt they held, the louder they were.
"Well, how did he do that? And if he can do that, why does he need us?" Clara continued, both very good questions that the Doctor couldn't focus on at that moment. To his left, between him and their companion, Danielle was barely seeing anything that was happening at all, and he knew the thoughts that would be going through her head as she stared blankly at the case in front of them, he'd had all of them and more over the course of their marriage. While he'd normally he'd like her focused on what they were doing to make sure that she was aware of anything dangerous, but this was one of those situations where it actually benefitted her.
"Not our problem." He dismissed.
"Well, what is our prob-prob-prob-prob-pr?" Psi tried to ask, getting stuck on the word. He sounded like a CD with a scratch on it, and even the Doctor looked at him in concern. Instead of looking like he was in any pain, though, instead he just seemed incredibly annoyed at himself.
"You okay?" Clara asked.
"Drive glitch. It's fine." He replied in a biting tone, giving them all the hint that he didn't want to talk about it.
"Guilt is our problem." The Doctor replied to his unfinished question, "Guilt, in this bank, is fatal. The Teller can hear it. Ever since that first case was opened, we've been targets. The more we know about why we're here, the louder our guilt screams. That's why we wiped our memories. For our own safety. Now, once I open this, I can't close it again."
"Would it be safer if only one of us learned it?" Psi suggested.
After a pregnant pause the Doctor shot him an exasperated look, "I'm waiting for you to volunteer."
"Er, why me?"
"Because you didn't need that memory worm, did you? You're half-computer. You can perform a manual delete. You can clear your thoughts." The Doctor pointed out, annoyed that they were wasting so much time with needless arguing.
"It doesn't mean he should put himself in any more danger than the rest of us." Danni told her husband, "And it certainly doesn't mean we should force him to."
"No, it's okay." Psi told her, "He's right, I can clear the guilt if I need to." Danni shot him an uncertain look, but followed the rest of the group as they all moved out of the way, so none of them could see inside the case.
Psi took a moment to gather his courage, after all he knew the danger he was putting himself in just by looking at the contents, never mind what it was. He opened the case quickly, but only just enough so he could see.
He shook his head, "I don't know what it is. You may as well have a look." He opened the case up fully, turning it around so they could all see what was inside. It was completely filled with foam with just enough cut out to house the seven syringe-like items inside, "Well, what are they?"
The Doctor picked out one, giving it a quick look over, "Not a clue." He decided before picking up the rest, pocketing them. Danni frowned; that wasn't right. Her husband, even now, was inquisitive. If he didn't know what they were, removing them from sight would be the last thing he'd do. Especially as they were supposed to be following the mysterious Architect's clues.
"Hmm, interesting." Saibra commented and the Doctor shot her a quick glance.
"What is?" He asked.
Saibra lent closer to him, a smirk on her face, "You're lying." She said and Danni had to agree. The Doctor was normally better at hiding stuff from people, but he was definitely lying about it. He looked at Danni, who gave him a suspicious look in return, arms crossing as she expected the truth from him.
"Er why would he be lyi-lyi-lyi-" Psi, stuck in a loop again, took a deep breath, using the plinth the case had been on to support himself, "Ugh. Sorry. Stress. Drains the batteries." He explained to them all. That wouldn't do at all. If his batteries died, not only would he lose all of the computerised components he'd installed in himself, but he'd become a liability. The Doctor knew that they didn't have time to carry him as well as pull off the bank heist.
They needed to recharge him, and a wall console provided the perfect way to do so, "Interface with this." He declared, walking over and giving it a tap for good measure. Psi was immediately over, pulling out his cable and plugging himself in.
"Do we have time for this?" Saibra asked and the Doctor shrugged.
"Well, why not? There's no immediate threat." He replied just before an alarm sounded. They all looked up at the ceiling as a voice declared that they'd been detected.
"Why do you keep saying these things?" Danni groaned and the Doctor shot her a sheepish look.
"I'm not entirely sure." He admitted before realising they needed a course of action. They needed to find a way down to the vaults, but with Psi still recharging them all going wasn't exactly an option. Splitting up it was, then. Clara would have to stay with the robot; she was quite competent after all and would be able to save them both if they were advanced upon.
The chances were, though, that leaving this floor would alert the guards to their presence, redirecting their advancement on him and Saibra. He could protect Danielle better if she was by his side, but they were relatively hidden up here. Plus, Danielle would be able to find them again. They couldn't risk opening their minds to each other when their threat was telepathic as well, but they could use that to sense where the other was.
"Danielle, you and Clara stay with Psi. If the alarms are still sounding and we're not back in ten minutes, follow on." He ordered. Danni nodded, a serious look on her face, "Saibra, let's go and investigate."
Danni nervously watched the Doctor lead the other woman away without so much as a kiss goodbye as Psi sat down, recharging himself. Clara crouched on the floor next to him, getting comfortable for their wait and, the moment the other Time Lord was out of sight, Danni joined them.
Psi plucked one of the chips from the side of his head, giving it a blow to clean in before popping it back in again. He shot Clara a little smile, "Storm dust." He explained.
"You can delete your memories?" Clara asked with a smile on her face. It was one thing Danni loved about their friend; she was always so interested in what they saw and who they met.
"Yeah, it's not as fun as it sounds." Psi replied cynically.
Danni leant back against the door the wall panel was for, "It doesn't sound much fun." She murmured. Clara shot her a confused look, "What if something went wrong? No computer is infallible, even a human-computer hybrid. What if you try and delete one day and end up with no days at all?"
"I've lost a few I wish I hadn't." Psi admitted. As he explained to Clara what had happened to make him lose the memory of all his friends and family, Danni found her mind heading straight back to what could be waiting at the end of the heist. She knew she wasn't exactly being realistic, but while he hadn't shot her down, Theta hadn't exactly told her no either. They'd always joked about it, saying that it couldn't happen but that they were more than happy to keep trying, but every time she wasn't pregnant, she was disappointed. She'd go through periods of spotting little symptoms that weren't really there.
She just wanted to be a mum so badly. To hold a little baby in her arms that they'd made together, to help them grow and learn and raise them with a deep appreciation of the universe. It was the one thing she wanted more than anything else. She had her husband, her friend and her home. The only thing missing was that little Danni-Doctor. If there truly was something waiting for her at the end of the metaphorical rainbow, what else could it be?
"Danni?" Clara asked, seeing the soft smile that had appeared on her friend's face and the way she was hugging herself just slightly, "What is it?"
Danni turned to her, unable to hide the happiness the hope was bringing her, "I think I'm going to have a baby." She whispered. Clara's eyebrows shot up.
"Wait, what?" She exclaimed, "But-But you said you couldn't."
Danni nodded, "I know, but the Doctor said that whatever I wanted most in the universe it at the end of this whole saga. What else could it be?"
The hope on her face just made Clara concerned rather than happy alongside her, "Danni, I don't know…"
"I know what you're going to say." The blonde interrupted, "My hopes aren't up, I'm just…" she paused for a moment, thinking of the best way to put it, "I'm just letting myself daydream, that's all." She could tell Clara didn't believe her, "Anyway, you know it's going to be the TARDIS at the other end."
Clara did know. She saw how Danni would look at every child they came across with a happiness that was tinted with the knowledge that she could never have her own. She knew that the Doctor had moments where he'd dared to think about them having a baby, even if she couldn't quite place the memories of it. But she knew how hurt Danni would be to find that there was nothing at the end waiting for them, and she knew the Doctor wouldn't want to see her pain.
"Maybe this is just the Doctor trying to show off to you?" Clara offered, "As part of that 'date' you were supposed to be going on. I know he was desperate to get you alone."
Danni's mind flew back to the floor above and the feeling of her husband pressed against her, reaffirming Clara's words. But, still, the thought of being a mother took over every thought, "I just want to believe for a little while, please?" She whispered.
Psi wasn't too sure what was going on between to the two women. Danni was looking at her friend with an almost pleading look, whereas Clara didn't look particularly comfortable. From the sounds of their small conversation, she probably didn't want the other woman getting hurt. It must have been nice to have friends to care for.
"I think I'm good for now." He told them both, reaching up to unplug himself. They seemed nice, and who was he to judge Danni wanting to believe something like an extended family?
"You sure?" Danni asked, concerned, "We can probably wait a few more minutes if you need it."
Psi shook his head, "No, it's fine. The quicker we get out of this place, the quicker I can do a full recharge."
"Do you do that instead of sleeping?" She asked as they headed the same way the Doctor had gone.
"Usually I do both." He explained, "Sleep a bit while plugged into a charging point. I recharge quicker and tend to get a better rest."
Danni turned to Clara, "Maybe I should look into that." She commented, "The Doctor's always complaining about how I sleep too much."
"No." Clara replied firmly, "You're not becoming part computer."
"Why not?" Danni whined like a child, "It'd be awesome!"
~0~0~0~
The Doctor had lead Saibra through a vent in the wall, leaving the grill on the floor to show the others where to go. It was a rather large hole in the wall, that took the trio to a cream, blank corridor on another floor. Psi climbed out first, followed by Clara and the Danni at the back. Both ways looked equally empty, each leading off to a different turning.
"Which way?" Psi asked quietly just in case someone was watching. Clara shrugged, turning to Danni, who glanced down either way, a thoughtful look on her face. With no signage of any kind to tell them where to go, it was purely down to guesswork. She looked right, then left, then right again. The Doctor had told her that, as a Time Lord, he'd been able to sense when other Time Lords were close. It was one of the reasons he'd known he'd been alone in the universe, because he couldn't hear them in his head. She didn't have the same strong connection, but in times of true panic on Trenzalore, she'd always found herself running in the right direction.
She closed her eyes for a moment, just focusing on which way she felt like going, then her eyes shot open, "This way." She told them both before heading left down the corridor. Clara was instantly behind her, trusting her instincts perfectly, whereas Psi did hesitate. But, with no other indication, he followed.
Around the corner stood Saibra and the Doctor, staring at a wall covered in doors with small barred windows. As they approached, they caught a look at what was inside; the poor man from the banking floor, his head still caved in, his hands chained to the wall. They were prison cells. Danni gasped, her hand over her mouth and the Doctor reached out for the other. He pulled her close, letting go to wrap an arm around her shoulder, giving her some comfort to the sight that was causing even himself to feel uncomfortable. He tightened his hold on his wife as she leant into the small embrace, letting the feeling of her in his arms squash the uneasiness.
"Oh my God." Clara breathed, horrified, "Why is he even still alive?"
"I don't know." He replied darkly before his eyes caught sight of the camera above the man's head, "But someone is watching."
"Doctor." Psi started and while the hybrid kept his eyes on the man in the cage, the Doctor used it as an excuse to turn away, "However this goes, whatever happens, don't let me end up like that."
"I agree." Danni murmured in his arms and his gaze shot down to her. She was looking up at him, "Never let me end up like that." She told him, "Please."
His hearts raced at what she was asking him to do. If she got caught, he didn't know if he'd be able to save her, he had no idea if it was even possible to break out of the telepathic scan once it had been started. His mind jumped to the exit strategies that were now heavy in his pocket; now he knew why such a deadly escape was necessary, because it was the only way.
"Nothing's going to happen to you." He all but barked as another alarm starting ringing out.
Intruders on the service level. Intruders on the service level.
The Doctor let go of his Danielle only to take her by the hand, the group running off down the hallway and away from where they had come from. As she had suspected, all the hallways looked the same, the only way Danni could tell they were different was the fact that the grill covering the hole in the wall that the Doctor rushed up to was still in place.
"Now this says 'place to hide'." He declared, quickly sonicing it before pushing it inwards. He climbed in first, "Follow me."
They all scrambled through to the other side, the Doctor knocking the vent out of the way into the next room. This one was quite a small room, and quite dark as well. The only thing of any interest was the giant metal and glass cage in the middle, with frost on the glass obscuring the view inside enough for them to barely see the orange jumpsuit the Teller was wearing.
"Where are we?" Saibra asked.
"I'd say another prison." Danni muttered in reply from her place between the Doctor and Clara. The Doctor gave her a comforting rub on the arm before peering closer, trying to inspect the creature inside. There was a screech as it appeared to spot the Doctor, who backed up quickly.
"Nobody move. Nobody say a word." He quickly instructed at the other four froze on the spot, "It's cocooned." He explained, "Forced hibernation. Its power is probably dormant."
The sounds of guards running passed the hole they'd crawled through had everyone turning to watch with abated breath, hoping that they just continued passed and didn't spot them. Clara moved to take a step forward when she found herself stuck to the ground as if in glue, a heavy weight pressing on her mind.
"Clara. It's locked on to you." The Doctor explained and Danni's gaze shot to their friend, alarmed, "It may still be asleep. Don't wake it."
"Okay." Clara agreed before looking out of the corner of her eye at him, "How do I not do that?"
"Keep your mind blank." He replied firmly and slowly, making sure she understood, "Block everything. Once it locks onto your thoughts, it won't let go." Clara nodded, mind racing despite her best attempts to calm herself down. She took a quick, deep breath then closed her eyes, trying to block every thought out of her head.
It was harder than she thought it would be. The moment she felt herself clearing her mind, she thought about clearing her mind, and suddenly it was all she could think about. Danni had been right, the moment she started trying to not think about something, about anything, she started to think about not thinking about it.
She didn't want her mind to be turned to nothing, to end up like the man in the cage.
Stop thinking about the man in the cage! No thoughts, she needed no thoughts…
The Teller roared as it awoke and Psi pointed across the room, "This way." He declared, darting off towards another vent. Clara followed, then the Doctor, giving Danni a tug to follow him. She glanced over her shoulder to see the last member of their group, Saibra, looking out to see if they were still being followed.
She let go of the Doctor's hand, "Saibra!" She cried, "Come on." Saibra nodded, running after the Doctor as Danni directed her through. Coming dead last, Danni headed through to the vent.
She cried out as she was pulled to a stop, skidding as her head felt like something was forcing itself down upon it.
"Danni!" The Doctor exclaimed, Saibra diving into the vent as he pushed back, seeing her slide to the floor. Her head was bent, her eyes squeezed closed as the pain of having something breaking into her mind caused her to whimper, "Danni, look at me!" She opened her eyes and was surprised at the panic-filled share he was shooting her in reply. His eyes were wide, eyebrows up high.
"What- Doctor, what's happening?" She asked him desperately.
"It's scanning your brain." He told her apologetically as he moved closer to her, "You have to force it out, Danielle. You did it for the Master, you can do it here too."
She tried, she really did as memory after memory seemed to rush through her head, trying to overwhelm her as they ran at an unnatural speed, like someone flicking through a bunch of folders looking for the one they were looking for.
"I-I can't." She exclaimed, "Theta, please! I don't- Don't let me turn into that man, please!"
"You're not going to!" He exclaimed, hands shaking, "You have to get free, Danielle. I don't know how to save you once it's locked onto your thoughts."
"It hurts…" She moaned, reaching out for him. He quickly took her hand, "I can't, Theta, I'm sorry."
"Danni, please." He begged helpless, "There's only one way I can stop it, and I can't… Fight it." He demanded firmly, "Beat it."
She shook her head, "I'm scared." She whimpered as a tear ran down her cheek. The Doctor watched it drip in horror, uncertain to whether it was soup or an actual tear. The exit strategy, the atomic shredders, had burnt in his pocket since the moment he'd put them in there, but now they were red hot and taunting. He couldn't save her from being ripped out from the inside, and once her mind had been turned to liquid remains of all she was there was no way of bringing her back. He wasn't even sure if she'd be able to regenerate in that state, in fact he was pretty certain she wouldn't.
But she was terrified, and looking to him for help, and it was all he had. He couldn't let her suffer, even if it meant he could keep her. He was selfish, but she deserved better, "I'm sorry." He told her, apologising for everything he'd put her through, and for what he was about to do. He reached into his pocket, pulling out one of the devices, "It's an atomic shredder." He explained, pressing it into her hand, "Instant and painless."
She let out a sob as she realised it was her only choice. Rather dead than forever a zombie, with no memories or thoughts of her own. She forced her eyes open to meet his beautiful grey eyes, trying to shoot him a smile through her pain and devastation, "I'm sorry I wasn't good enough." She told him.
"You were always too good." He promised, "I can't save you. You know I wouldn't…"
She nodded, "I know." She promised, "Just- Promise me something."
"As if I could deny you anything." He replied, still trying to think of a way to break her free, but for the first time his giant brain wasn't working. All it could focus on what how beautiful she was; how soft her hand was. He knew he was trying to commit her to memory because he was never going to see her again. Never hold her, or kiss her, or tease her. All those lives they'd been given together, and he'd lost her before they'd even begun.
"Get Clara safe." She told him, "Don't think about me, or about you, or anyone else. Take her home, make sure she's safe." He started to shake his head, because how could he focus on anything else, "Please, Theta. Save her." She stared expectantly at him until he offered her a nod.
"I promise." He whispered and she grinned, feeling her mind on her verge of collapsing. This was it. She had the chance to say whatever she wanted, choose her last words with care and make her lasting mark.
But there was only one thing she wanted to say. Three little words she needed him to hear, "I love you." She told him with as much emotion as she could muster, then she pressed the button. The Doctor watched with absolute horror as she disappeared in a blue light. Gone in an instant, just like he promised. Shredded up into atoms like she had never existed, scattered in the air.
His wife, his Danielle, his everything. Gone.
He couldn't stay. He turned, pushing his way back into the other room, the universe hollow and his mind completely blank. He couldn't process it, couldn't correlate the series of events in his head. One moment she'd been there, the next she was dead. Danielle was dead. His Danielle was dead.
Clara watched as the Doctor came back in, falling against the wall, eyes wide and blank as he stared out, "Doctor?" She asked shakily, "Where's Danni?"
He didn't reply, he barely heard her at all. The blue flash she had disappeared in was still in his eyesight when he blinked, like a haunting sun spot that reminded him that he had handed her the shredder, that he'd given her the ability to blow herself into a million tiny pieces. No regeneration, no coming back to life. He'd done the one thing his predecessor had done that he'd sworn not to do; he'd killed her.
Clara waited, but his lack of reaction and answer just confirmed what had happened. Her eyes filled with tears and she shook her head, "No, no she can't be." She breathed, but once again the Doctor didn't reply.
Danielle had shot him the saddest happy smile he'd ever seen on her face. It had reminded him of when he'd regenerated into his current body. The way she'd looked at him as she'd told him that she would always be his Danni-Girl. How happy she was that he was regenerating, but how sad she had been that he was going to die. All she had wanted to be was his Danni-Girl, and he'd driven her away, then killed her. He hadn't even replied when she'd told him she loved him.
His blood ran cold. He'd never said it to her at all, had he? This whole regeneration, not once had those words passed his lips. She'd died without knowing that. No wonder she didn't believe that he still held her in both of his hearts if he'd never told her.
"We need to move." Psi said quietly, but urgently, "We're going to get caught." Saibra shot him a glare, but she knew he was right.
"Where do we go, though?" She asked.
Clara sniffed, wiping her eyes with the back of her hand. Her whole life felt like it had crashed. She'd lost her best friend, and that was mixed with what could only be an echo of the pain the Doctor was feeling. But she was practical, they could mourn at the end. She didn't want to. She wanted to curl up and sob on the floor, but that's not what Danni would want. She'd never want the Doctor to suffer the same fate. She needed to get him back to his TARDIS. Clara grabbed hold of that thought, using it as an anchor, "Doctor?"
His head snapped to the side and Clara was startled by the sadness that was held there. He looked absolutely broken, "Where do we go?" She continued.
He just stared at her. At Clara Oswald, their friend… his friend. That had been Danielle's wish, hadn't it? 'Get Clara safe'. Not for him to save her, or himself. Just the save their friend, their companion. How could he deny her anything, especially now? He'd take Clara home, get her to the end of this heist…
This heist. Even in his head the word was spat as a snarl. The shadowed image of the Architect came to mind and the burst of hatred that followed burnt through him. All that anger and fury that he'd been focusing on himself turned outwards and now all he could focus on was getting revenge. Punishing the man that had taken her memories, had made her scared, and had left the shredders for their use in a situation where she could die. He'd killed his wife, and at that moment the Doctor knew he wouldn't stop until he ruined the Architect for what he'd done to her.
Clara watched his eyes darken, his whole demeanour change. He straightened like a man with a dark purpose, and she actually shrunk away from him slightly at the sight of so much anger coming from him. They'd joked a couple of times about his 'Oncoming Storm' name, one that floated around the universe, but she'd not been able to place it until that point. The air around him shifted, the pure anger he radiated rippling outwards from him. He was out for blood, and it was terrifying.
"Follow me." He snarled, pushing into a crouch and through them all to the exit. He had a mission, and he would die to complete it. The Architect would burn.
~0~0~0~
Danni hadn't completely believed the Doctor when he said that dying would be painless, but she had expected his reassurance that it would be instant to hold up. But neither seemed to occur; she felt no pain and it seemed to be dragging on for ages. In fact, the only feeling she had from it was a queasiness in her stomach that she would have associated with her old vortex manipulator. She still could barely breathe, but that was down to her tears rather than anything else.
She slowly opened her eyes, blinking through her tears as she stared, completely baffled at the sight that she found. She'd never really believed in an afterlife; it would have been nice, but it wasn't something she thought was real. However, this was definitely not what she would have expected. The whole room was metal, the walls made of panels riveted together. If this was the afterlife, she wanted to talk to the manager.
She was still clutching the shredder tightly as she stood up, which she always would have thought would have disappeared when she'd died. The wall she was looking at had no door in it, so she turned to find how to get out and get some answers.
She almost didn't believe the sight of the TARDIS as she faced her. She slowly stepped towards the blue box, raising her free hand. With a click of her fingers the door opened and a grin of absolute relief spread on her face.
She rushed inside, eyes taking in every single detail of the home she. She couldn't believe it; she wasn't dead! She was alive! She was alive and her mind wasn't soup! She cheered, doing a little dance to herself. She dashed up to the console, grabbing the monitor and taking a look at the screen.
"Alright sweetie, take me to my husband!" She cried, ready to get back to her Theta and tell him over and over again just how much she loved him. Nothing happened though, and Danni frowned, "Come on, you know I can't fly you."
The monitor flickered to a display of the planet below – which seemed to be where the bank was housed – and the storm readout from the star overhead. Her frown deepened, "Solar flares?" She repeated, "What does that mean?" There was no answer so she turned around, leaning on the console. She needed to get down to the surface, but all she had was the shredder in her hand. Well, she guessed it was probably a teleport. Maybe it went backwards.
She ran a hand through her hair. Maybe she needed to go out into the ship they were obviously parked on. Someone might know her, or at least she should be able to determine what the ship was for, and if it was possible to get down to the surface. Maybe they had a working transport system.
"Oh, I'm so out of practise." She grumbled to herself. She couldn't just wait up here, though, while the Doctor and Clara thought she was dead. That wasn't useful to anyone. Danni nodded her head once, "No, no, I can do this. I can totally do this." She turned again back to the console only for a clothes stand to catch her eye. She walked over and saw the two metal outfits that looked awfully like the suits the guards were wearing down below, even with the giant helmets.
"Why two?" She asked, before looking at the console, "Am I expecting company?" She asked. The time rotor flashed up blue for just a moment and Danni grinned, "Guess I'll just wait and see."