Artik stepped through the forest to the Stairway. "You see, we felt Makoto erased from existance, but... It doesn't quite work like that. You see, in other universes, causal dystrophy doesn't have full effect. There are traces...." Artik picked up a piece of spikey black hair and sniffed it. "Gotcha!" He grinned, running back to the TARDIS, throwing it into the Heart of the TARDIS. He hoped, and hoped it would work.