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After about an hour where the Doctor pretended not to be lost before consulting a compass, they arrived at a small blue cabin.

“Here we are!” the Doctor announced, spreading both arms toward it.

“Is this your litter?” A-Yuan asked, running around it twice. It didn’t take him long.

The Doctor pouted.

“It’s not a litter.”

“It kind of looks like one,” Wen Ning said. There was no one else around, and he wondered if the Doctor summoned ghosts, spirits, or even other fierce corpses to carry it around, despite not feeling like a demonic cultivator; there was a distinctive lack of resentment energy around him.

“Well, it’s not. But there’s something I need to fix first.” He rubbed his hands again and knelt down. “It’s about here, underneath. I only need something to lift it…” He grunted. “A shame I lost my toolbox in that madness a while ago…”

Wen Ning couldn’t help a pang of guilt. If it hadn’t been for him, the Doctor would’ve been in his merry way already, and A-Yuan would’ve remained safe in the Lans’s custody. There wasn’t much he could do about it now, though, except offering some help.

“Allow me,” he said, lifting the litter… TARDIS, whatever it was called, over the Doctor’s head with one hand.

“Show off,” the Doctor mumbled, to Wen Ning’s amusement, and then he cleared his throat and continued more loudly. “That’ll do. Thank you.”

With that, he began to work underneath, waving around some kind of small metal wand. But, sometimes, as long as things worked, it was no big deal if one didn’t understand, Wen Ning thought.