After an extended discussion (which I should be proud to say did not involve whinging and such, but I can't be, as it did) I finally gave up trying to learn about the bits missing from my memory from Sabrae. She just found the entire situation far too amusing, which was compounded by the fact that, though we were born twins, she was now several million quintillion years younger than me... a fact she has been quick to point out on a number of occasions.
Before I was able to explain anything about the purposes of Killing Time, she turned round and headed back into her TARDIS, indicating we should all follow her.
As we wandered the seemingly endless corridors and rooms of her ship, she made small talk, mostly. Telling us about how she had been given her TTC and how she managed to over-ride the chameleon circuit, allowing her to force the pyramid form on it, even though it kept trying to shift to blend in to its surroundings. Remarkable, actually, as this particular form is the only one I can imagine would definitely not fit into ANY surroundings.
I could sense, by the increased beating of his hearts, that Lestor was wanting to take this TARDIS off her hands.
As the corridors and rooms stretched on, we came upon, what I had PRESUMED was her swimming pool, though, it was about the size of a small lake. It was here that we stopped.
"Okay," Sabrae said, amused. I learned quickly that she displayed her amusement with a light flutter of her as yet unexplained wings.
"We need to stop here a moment."
She let out a sound that can best be described as the song of a small bird held in the air pocket of a gigantic brass bell held in the water. At the sound, half a dozen gargantuan tentacles sprang from the water, but didn't appear to be moving in any kind of overtly threatening manner (though even in the most passive way, unknown gargantuan tentacles are pretty bloody threatening). She reached over and gently stroked one of them as though showing affection to a pet.
"This is Charlie. He tends to get a bit upset if I walk by without showing him love. Last time I did that. he knocked my TARDIS off course and we wound up destroying Ceti Alpha VI. Wasn't pretty."
After some cooing to the...thing...in the pool, we continued on. After another mile or so of walking, we ended up in her den.
On a table, there was an up-turned fez. She took it and brought it to me.
Surprisingly, inside, was a tiny, almost premature-looking kangaroo joey.
It is at this time, I need to explain to the non-Terran readers of this tale that under normal circumstances, Terran marsupials do NOT generally favour wearing fezzes.
In fact, most even remotely sentient life forms on Earth tend to shun fezzes, save for a few lower-intellect ape-decendants.
In short: fezzes are NOT cool.
"What's all this, then?" I asked, trying to determine the opposite of nonplussed without sounding like I was an addition equation.
"This," Sabrae said, her wings fluttering slightly, "is something you need to take to the London Zoo in 2015."
"Why?"
"Because he needs to learn English, you dope."
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