[Bus]
The doors of the bus hiss open, and a man in a long brown coat and well-worn Converse sneakers strides aboard, followed closely by a striking woman with fiery red hair. She wears a black and white lace dress, white tights, and thigh-high blue boots, an ensemble that turns a few heads as she passes.
The driver glances at them and nods, "You're just in time, mates."
The man flashes a quick, boyish grin as he swipes his card twice. The doors seal shut behind them. As the bus lurches forward, he and his wife drop into the seat across from a poised brunette, reaching into his pocket and pulling out a partially unwrapped chocolate egg. With easygoing charm, he breaks off a piece and holds it out to her.
"Hello, I'm the Doctor," he says.
Beside him, the red-haired woman smirks, "I'm the Alchemist."
Together, as if rehearsed, they add in unison, "Happy Easter."
The Doctor leans back, musing aloud, "The funny thing is, we don't often do Easter. We can never find it. It's always at a different time. Although we remember the original. Between you and me, what really happened was..."
A sharp beep cuts through his words.
He glances down, frowning, "Oh. Sorry, hold on to that for me," he says, handing the chocolate off; then he adds, "Actually, go on, have it. Finish it. It's full of sugar, and I'm determined to keep these teeth. My wife likes this smile."
The Alchemist smirks, "That I do, love!" she pouts, "But... that was my chocolate."
The Doctor raises a brow, "Which contains caffeine, and you shouldn't have."
She huffs, crossing her arms, "Spoilsport."
Ignoring her playful pout, the Doctor pulls out a small handheld device, which begins to light up.
His face lights up with excitement, "Ah. Oh, we've got excitation."
The Alchemist peers over his shoulder, her expression sharpening, "Looks like we're getting a bigger reading of them."
"Mm, we're picking up something very strange."
"I know the feeling," snarks the woman sitting across from them.
The Doctor barely glances up as he explains, "Rhondium particles, that's what we're looking for. This thing detects them. Look, this should go round, that little dish there."
The woman arches an eyebrow, "Right now, a way out would come in pretty handy. Can you detect me one of those?"
The Doctor's eyes flick to the device as the dish on top begins to spin, "Ah, the little dish is going round."
The Alchemist watches it with mild amusement, "And round... very fast."
"And round again. Whoa...!"
A sudden spark shoots from the device, making the Doctor jolt back slightly. A blonde woman in front of them yelps, brushing the sparks from her hair with an annoyed flick of her hand.
"Excuse me," she huffs, "Do you mind?"
The Doctor gives her an apologetic grimace, "Sorry. That was my little dish."
The brunette leans back, unimpressed, "Can't you turn that thing off?"
The Alchemist, meanwhile, turns toward the woman, her expression shifting from amusement to something more serious, "Your name, what was it?"
"Christina," the woman answers warily.
"Christina, hold on tight."
The Doctor's voice rings out over the murmuring passengers, "Everyone, hold on!"
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Eyes of Time: The Final Line ✓
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