The Doctor does know how it is, in fact, and so he contents himself with twitching an eyebrow at his other before he returns his attention to the controls.
"Console room, yes, I'll park her next to the inner doorway." The nonverbal understanding seems natural, and it probably is, at least in this case, when they've taken such close looks into each other's minds so very recently. It's not something that's happened often, not recently, certainly never with humans. (Except maybe with Donna, perhaps even before she took his mind into hers, but he's not thinking about that now.) It's always a rush, and it lets him forget his brief moment of irritation.
He pays no attention to his other disappearing into the kitchen, concentrating on the controls before him. The TARDIS is made for travel through the whole vastness of time and space; what he wants her to do now is make a tiny spatial leap in a linear time line. It's not an easy maneuver, and the challenge excites him.
He presses a few buttons, changes a few settings on the scanner frame controls, and takes a hold of the dematerialization lever before he looks up at the Time Rotor. "Allons-y, eh? Don't let me down now." It'd be just embarrassing if he failed at this.
He doesn't. There's some shaking, and the doors slamming shut with a bang - the TARDIS never liked traveling with her doors open, no matter how short the distance - but when the materialization is complete and the Time Rotor has stopped moving, the scanner screen is showing the outside view: the other Doctor's console room.
"Ha!" The Doctor grins and pats the console, well done! Still smiling, he jogs the few steps to the kitchen, leaning into the room with one hand on the door frame. "We're all relocated."
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"Console room, yes, I'll park her next to the inner doorway." The nonverbal understanding seems natural, and it probably is, at least in this case, when they've taken such close looks into each other's minds so very recently. It's not something that's happened often, not recently, certainly never with humans. (Except maybe with Donna, perhaps even before she took his mind into hers, but he's not thinking about that now.) It's always a rush, and it lets him forget his brief moment of irritation.
He pays no attention to his other disappearing into the kitchen, concentrating on the controls before him. The TARDIS is made for travel through the whole vastness of time and space; what he wants her to do now is make a tiny spatial leap in a linear time line. It's not an easy maneuver, and the challenge excites him.
He presses a few buttons, changes a few settings on the scanner frame controls, and takes a hold of the dematerialization lever before he looks up at the Time Rotor. "Allons-y, eh? Don't let me down now." It'd be just embarrassing if he failed at this.
He doesn't. There's some shaking, and the doors slamming shut with a bang - the TARDIS never liked traveling with her doors open, no matter how short the distance - but when the materialization is complete and the Time Rotor has stopped moving, the scanner screen is showing the outside view: the other Doctor's console room.
"Ha!" The Doctor grins and pats the console, well done! Still smiling, he jogs the few steps to the kitchen, leaning into the room with one hand on the door frame. "We're all relocated."