Missy - Ignores a grandfather paradox

‘I’ve burned through whole star systems faster than you can light a cigarette!’ spat Missy. ‘Now, the photo on that poster changed back to a candlestick … Proof that changes through the void can correct. So I’m going back into the Vortex so I can time-ram my TARDIS. Bump it out of the way, and prevent its original collision with the Gryphon ship. Now, hold on tight. This is dangerous.’ She seized the console. ‘Dangerous is English for pericoloso.’

The display screen showed vessels converging in the swirling chaos of the Time Vortex … the TARDIS … the Gryphon timeship … and the TARDIS again …

The discordant shriek of the engines filled the air around them. Missy committed the coordinates, and hung on for dear life.

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Time had reset itself. The Gryphon timeship never crashed in fourteenth-century Venice. The catastrophic twenty-first-century flood never happened. None of the tourists or waiters or police who scuttled about the city would remember it, Missy realised; they’d not been in contact with active TARDIS technology the way she had.

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