Icey yanked on a latex mermaid tail and rolled into the pool. "It…it works," she grinned, kicking to one side. "Woops…I could use some practice with it."

"Can you tell us what happened yet?" Sara wandered into the room. "We were worried about you."

"Well, that's nice to know." Icey splashed in a wobbly line. "But it was kind of a blur. I just woke up in Eleven's TARDIS-"

"Eleven's TARDIS!" Sara yelped. "Evelyn, Ashley, Zoe—ICEY WAS IN ELEVEN'S TARDIS!"

The other three girls stampeded into the room. Zoe was holding a banana skin half-stuffed with Nutella, chocolate chips and mini- marshmallows, Evelyn had a handful of playing cards, and Ashley was scribbling something on her elbow.

"What were you doing?" Icey asked them.

"Making a banana boat."

"Playing Canasta."

"Trying to remember the companions of the Fourth Doctor for my quiz tomorrow." Ashley answered. "Sarah Jane, Leela, Romana (marks I and II), Adric, Nyssa, and Tegan,"

"For Logoplolis only. Suppose it still counts." Evelyn pointed out, swiping a marshmallow. "But did I hear right? You were in the TARDIS?"

Icey paddled over to the edge. "Yes. Eleven was there. So were Miss Grace and Miss Roheryn."

"Really?" Zoe sat down, feet dangling in the water. "What'd he say?"

"Yeah, tell us everything."

"Well, I think it had something to do with that bracelet from Drose. Eleven said it bit me."

"Bit you?"

"I'm not surprised. We're in a world where plastic chairs can eat you, after all."

"When did that happen?"

"Third Doctor—I didn't see all of it, just the previews."

"Everything went blurry for a while—like when you have a dream and wake up and fall back asleep," Icey slapped her tail against the water. "And then I was in the TARDIS and Eleven was talking about fish fingers and custard."

Esther adjusted the dimension cannon settings for the fourth time. "I think I have it now."

"Let's start with young Canton, Lorna, Jenny, Madame Vastra, and Dorium." Grace announced. "Then Madame Kovarian, the principles, and last of all Idris."

"Suppose we can always have Mr. Newman set up a containment vortex if necessary," Roheryn agreed. "Well, let's get it over with. Setting coordinates to vectors NS06E01 to NSO607, with filters to most recent version."

The landing pad fizzed like a soda can, solidifying into the limp body of Eleven.

"Oops," Roheryn quickly reversed the settings, sending the body back into the proper universe. "Forgot about that."

Esther rubbed the back of her neck. "This is going to be tricky. If that's the worst thing that happens from trying to pull post-arc at midterm, we're ace."

Grace glanced out at the conference room. "Here goes nothing."

Blurry silhouettes hovered above the cannon platform, slowly solidifying from beams of light into skin and bones.

"You told them?" Eleven's voice is heard first.

"Well, what was I supposed to do, Sweetie? Let them think you were dead?" River retorts.

"It's mostly my fault." Amy's voice arrived before she did.

"Not exactly," River admits.

"Oh great," Esther rubs her forehead. "This is going to be a long day."

"Drose, are you alright?" Ekculls tapped on the door. "I barely saw you when you got back last night."

"You won't want to." A muffled sob slipped through the door.

"Is it that bad? You know, I didn't think what happened to B'elenna was that bad. If you just take the time to get used to it…"

"It's worse."

Jill stepped out of another room into the hall and glanced at Ekculls. "Is she still sulking? What did they do to her anyway?"

A low growl comes from under the door.

"What?"

"They made me regenerate."

"Did they shoot you or something?"

"No…it just started happening and I couldn't stop it." Something crashed on the other side of the door. "Gorram stupid idiots…." Drose swore.

"Just come on out…please?" Jill pleaded. "I promise I won't laugh."

"Me too…well, I'll try. Just now let me know if you have two heads. I could try to set you up with that Zaplod block from Hitchhiker's…he exists here, doesn't he?" Ekculls tilted her head to the side. "Mind you, it all depends on which actor he looks like."

Drose muttered something highly uncomplimentary about bi-cranial beings. "That won't be a problem."

"So…just one head, then? Just come out, it can't be that terrible."

"Fine." The door opened.