Who: The Doctor/Hope Mikaelson/Wanda Maximoff What: The Doctor has a plan... Where: The TARDIS When: June 26th
It should work. It had to. The Doctor had made her calculations, despite her inability to get ahold of the other Doctor (something which made her nervous, but she wouldn't let that show in the midst of everything else going on right now). The Void around them was more unstable than the others realized. There were cracks ready to form, and they vibrated with each new piece of activity in the Rift.
How that thing still hung in the sky, who knew, but the Doctor wasn't willing to chance people's lives on it. No. She had a sick feeling she understood what happened to that other universe, and she wasn't going to scare the people on a hunch. Not until it was certain. But if it were true, they needed this to work or...well, there would be no or. It would only be oblivion.
She had readied the TARDIS and stood outside at the bar, waiting anxiously for Wanda and Hope. She was tapping at the tabletop, trying to look worried. She probably looked a little worried, though.