Small, Beautiful Events

"Including inanimate objects and natural occurrences, apparently." Turlough said, wryly.

Turlough followed the Doctor, bringing up the rear and shut the door behind him as he surveyed his surroundings. He crossed his arms over his chest and moved forward a bit.

"Should I be amazed that you seem to have gotten it right?" He asked, good natured under protective sarcasm.

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"Well of course you wouldn't understand." Nyssa joked, though she seemed to feel bad about it when she wrapped her arms about him for a moment.

She looked over her shoulder and smiled to the pair of them. "It's cold." But of course this would be true for her given that her body was accustomed to Traken's warm climate, and then Terminus' controlled temperatures.

"He gets it right just as much as he gets it wrong." Nyssa laughed. "We always end up where we're needed when things go awry."

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"Thank you, Nyssa," the Doctor said, giving Turlough an indignant look. It was ruined a bit by the amusement in his eyes. He'd rather missed that sarcasm; Peri certainly gave it a go but it wasn't the same.

"Cold, do you think so? Feels perfectly nice to me." Accordingly, he slipped off his coat and offered it to Nyssa, old memories curving his lips.

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He started a bit at the contact but then grinned and wrapped an arm around his friend, releasing her when she released him. "Well, you have to admit that we go off quite a bit."

"It's not that cold. Just a bit chilly for these parts, isn't it?"

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"It's part of the adventure isn't it? Besides, could we fully appreciate this if we hadn't experienced everything else?" She gestured about her and gave a careful spin, graceful and happy.

"I'm not used to the chill." She admitted, and she accepted the coat with lowered eyes, "Thank you, Doctor."

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"Good points all," he said, tipping his hat in response to Nyssa's gratitude. He was smiling again.

"Come on, then, we've a bit of a walk ahead of us." He paused then, brow furrowing slightly, before offering both of his hands.

It was a rather silly impulse, really, but...no, that didn't matter.

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"Fine, fine. I concede. If it weren't for nearly getting killed, or always getting tied up etcetera, etcetera, we wouldn't be able to enjoy something silly like a cricket match." He watched her spin, smiled a bit and adjusted his tie and coat.

"Beige really is your color, you know." Turlough said and he moved to accept the Doctor's hand.

"Walking, right. Better get to it."

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Nyssa shrugged with care into the coat which was a bit big on her lithe frame and moved her dark curls over the collar.

"Where are we walking to?" She asked as she took up the Doctor's other hand

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The feel of their hands in his - it was oddly soothing. It had been so long, and he could still barely believe they were with him again.

He wanted to hold on.

"The train station, I hope," he said cheerfully.

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"Do we even know where the train station is?" Turlough asked, amusement in his voice.

"Or shall we walk with no heading?"

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"It's Earth, we're bound to run into someone, we'll simply ask for directions." Nyssa shrugged, swinging her and the Doctor's hands some.

"Besides, I want the day to last, and it's beautiful here...A walk will be lovely."

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"I do have some idea," the Doctor replied, squeezing Nyssa's hand with his own gratitude, so often silent.

"It is, isn't it? It's been a long time since I've been here."

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"All right then." And the Trion quieted, just keeping a careful hold of the Doctor's hand, unconcerned really about what odd glances they may received.

"You've been before?"

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She brightened immensely when the Doctor applied that bit of pressure to her hand and smiled to him as if to say You're welcome. "So we'll be taking the train?"

"Oh, it is. The weather is nippy, but now that that is settled...I've never been to India. It's lovely."

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"A long time ago, in the future," the Doctor said, a faint smile of reminiscence on his face. Besides the invaders intent on taking over human minds it had been quite nice.

"Yes, to a hotel in walking distance from Eden Gardens - the oldest and finest cricketing ground in India." The name, too, had been a factor in his choice. He was quite glad he'd managed to end up where he wanted.

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"How far into the future? It's hardly the same if it was some thousand years as it would be oh say, five years." Turlough pointed out. "It's lovely though. Present day, yes?"

"Mm. Eden Gardens, Traken, Eye of Orion. I think we're just asking for trouble, Doctor."

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"Oh, a hotel." Nyssa grinned. "Are we staying overnight then, Doctor? How long do proper cricket matches last, anyways?"

Nyssa half-leaned on the Doctor's shoulder, holding his hand in hers, the side of her head resting against his arm and her lips turned in a smile. "Well, it's not exactly a schedule. It's just a list of places that I wouldn't mind seeing. We don't have to go in any order."

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"I'm sure we can fit some catastrophes in between," the Doctor assured him, smiling softly as he felt Nyssa against him.

"And yes, if you mean 2007." He turned his head to turn his smile on Nyssa, his eyes holding an excited gleam - the one that comes before a cheerful lecture.

"Well, there are three forms - limited overs, first class, and test. The first, well, it's also called 'one-day' for a reason. First class has a maximum of three of four says and test cricket has five. ...That's probably more than you wanted to know."

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"Because I certainly could do with a run-in with the Daleks right about now." Turlough promised, sarcastically. "Let's throw in the Black Guardian while we're at it, shall we?"

"2007? The last I was on Earth it was the 1980s still, and twenty years can't have past..."

Turlough listened, mildly. "Just so long as I don't have to play, I'm fine."

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"Don't even tease like that, Turlough." Nyssa warned, wide-eyed.

Nyssa considered the year and spoke after a moment. "Well, time is relative, isn't it? Perhaps years pass differently on Trion?"

"Well, which form are we planning on viewing?"

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"I think wherever we ended up has its own Timeline, quite apart from where we were before," the Doctor said thoughtfully.

"One-day," he said to Nyssa, "Starting tomorrow if I'm right." He looked alarmed for a moment.

"Oh, dear, I hope I haven't gone too far."

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"Where have we ended up, anyways? The ARTEMIS machine is generally fairly accurate, and I never expected to end up...Well. Wherever we are."

Turlough made a face. "We'll just check a newspaper. There's bound to be one at the station."

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"It's a strange sort of place in the most lovely way, isn't it? All three of us turned up and here we are now in India." She paused. "Do you suppose it's an alternate universe? Like where Adric came from?"

"One-day." Nyssa repeated and she nodded in agreement with Turlough. "I do hope we're in the right place, the match would have already begun by now if we're on the day of the game, yes?"

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"Excellent idea, Turlough, it should be easy enough to find one."

At Nyssa's suggestion Doctor stiffened just slightly - hardly noticeable, and gone soon after. He hardly noticed squeezing their hands.

"It is possible. I'm fairly sure people from different dimensions can access it - it could be a sort of intersecting point..." He nodded then, distantly.

"Matches usually begin around 9:30 am, so that they're finished by dusk."

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