Penny Lane

Artik reappeared.

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Cyril was overcome with a fit of slight amnesia. "Er.. sorry. We were doing something?"

Artik blinked, "We got the pulsar. You were gonna do a complicated blood ritual." He produced a baby from his coat pocket.

"Hmm... I don't think I was going to do a blood ritual..." Cyril frowned. "Wait, why do you have a baby in your coat pocket?"

Artik shrugged. "Just in case."

"Just in case. Whose is that anyway?"

Artik punted the infant into space and shrugged. "Some kid I picked up on Majin. Without being impatient," he coughed.

Cyril watched as the child was punted into space with horror. "ARE YOU IN-" Cyril stopped and exhaled heavily. He already knew the answer to that question. "Moving right along. I needed a pulsar and what else to make that time machine?"

"Left-handed chisel."

"Don't even!"
Cyril hates left handed chisels.

Artik blinked. "You'll need a crystal capable of containing a creature or person's ethereal being. A... soul gem, if you will."
He yawned.

"That doesn't sound quite right but if you say so. I imagine the Majins might know something about that right?"

Artik shrugged.

"Well unless you know a place we should go try there."

He shrugged and vanished.

Someone ran up and started freaking out, "HOLY MOTHER OF GOD DID THAT GUY JUST DISAPPEAR?!"
Cyril shrugged, "Maybe." He disappeared too.

Cyril's ship appeared on Heaven, suspended a couple hundred feet above the planet. Cyril stepped out and fell out, screaming.

Artik blinked, "YOU. CAN. FLYYY."

"I KEEP FORGETTING." Cyril saved himself with just a few feet to spare. "Awesome. Alright, so done to business."

The TARDIS landed. But Artik didn't exit it. A young man did. He walked out uncertainly, nervously. Artik was still out of earshot, floating above. This man, Hideki Ryuzaki, say the man with, "You're the guy with wings! And..." he looked up, "the orange man. But... he died. I saw it. He told me to jump into his satchel and he died. And I fell into... a policebox?"

"Is it still Christmas?"

Cyril looked blankly at the human man. "Aaarrtik. Someone from your future is here."

"He told me to tell you to not tell him. 'Spoilers!," the young man hissed, very confused.

"And it's meee." Cyril called in a sing-song voice. "Oh hello there!" He called, loud enough for it to reach Artik but quiet enough to not sound false. "Look, you've just fallen through a rip in time and space and you're very confused. That's the story alright?" He hissed into the man's ear.

Ryuzaki noddded, "He also said, 'Tell Cyril to make sure the others don't interfere. Fixed point. 'See you for dinner on Trenzalore!'"