Eventually, after fleeing Tennoobia, Sabrae, Lestor and Ckan-Dee managed to find the remains of Logopolis, hoping to have them, through their abilities to alter reality through higher mathematics, create a new, custom-made TARDIS for Lestor. This was something he'd always wanted to try, and, seeing as we were, in fact, renegades at this point, it was impossible for him to return to Gallifrey in order to procure a new Time Travel Capsule. Unfortunately, Logopolis was rendered a dead world in 1981. Fortunately, a Gallifreyan TTC doesn't view this as much of an obstacle, and so, Sabrae's pyramid re-materialized in 1979.
And so, Lestor went to seek the Logopolitans with Kahn-Dih and enlist them to calculate a Block Transfer Computation to create his new TTC.
Sabrae, on the other hand, wanted coffee.
It is a well known fact among higher species that Logopolitans are capable of completely altering the nature of reality via the use of Block Transfer Computation, seeing the Whole Kind of General Mish-Mash as nothing more than a series of complex mathematical equations, and, therefore, gaining the ability to re-calculate reality. This is a very impressive societal ability, even to us Time Lords, and we have often made use of their skills. This is regardless of the inadvertent actions of the Logopolitan known as Bobo Narwako.
Bobo Narwako had been, in his day, a well respected mathematician on Logopolis and had, in fact, been the originator of the idea of creating the Charged Vacuum Emboitments to hold back the entropy which had already begun absorbing the Universe. This was widely considered an excellent idea.
Where it all fell apart, however, is when Bobo had inadvertently had too much to drink the night prior and, when he began the Block Transfer Computation, vomited in the middle of it, creating, instead of the planned CVE, the Terran rapper known as Eminem.
What is lesser known about Logopolis, however, is that on the entire surface of the planet, there is not a single drop of any kind of caffeinated beverage.
As it so happens, at this same time, another Time Lord (from whose solicitor we had recently heard) had also materialized on Logopolis, for his second attempt at having them repair his malfunctioning chameleon circuit (as it turns out, he still hadn't looked in his broom cupboard, as, if he had, he'd have noticed the second TTC and realized ITS chameleon circuit was interfering with his).
My sister has many advanced talents as a Time Lady. Not the least of them is her heightened sense of smell, with which, she could pinpoint a source of caffeine from half a world away...
Or from outside a TARDIS.
She knocked on the door of the anomalous police box and was greeted by a Time Lord with long, sandy, curly hair in a dark frock coat and cravat, sipping a cup of tea. He looked at her, initially curious about her pale complexion and, of course, wings, but quickly regained his composure and proffered a small white bag.
"Would you like a jelly baby?" He asked, clearly very curious about the winged Time Lady.
"You MUST have coffee in there. I can hear it calling to me," was my sister's response.
He invited her in.
Now, I don't know exactly what went on in the Doctor's TARDIS. And, seeing as she IS my sister, I refuse to speculate. I only know this much...
It took the Logopolitans a full two weeks to complete Lestor's new TARDIS. He waited an additional four days for Sabrae.
At the end of that time, instead of the long curly haired Time Lord, a Time Lord with a short-cropped hair cut wearing a purple jumper and black leather jacket emerged, followed by Sabrae.
Sabrae was no longer pale with wings in a black dress.
The wings were gone, now, and her skin had grown quite tan. Her eyes were still dark, as was her hair, though she had grown a few inches and her hair was more dark auburn than black.
And they were both covered in sweat, with very goofy grins.
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