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Been a while, but I thought I'd take a stab at finishing this. Enjoy!
“Other timelines?” said Olivia.
The Doctor nodded. His pale eyes were wide and thoughtful. “Other universes. Alternate worlds.”
“You’re joking,” said Peter.
“No,” said Uhura. She had crossed her arms and looked uneasy. “He’s not.”
“It’s a fascinating theory, Doctor,” enthused Walter, “but what do you base it on?”
“Math,” said Tony. He nodded at the whiteboard. “Our initial assumption was that someone was transporting these creatures through space, but the site of the incident with the Romulan blows that theory out of the water. If you look at it as a purely spatial phenomenon, the math doesn’t make sense.”
“But,” said the Doctor, smiling benignly, “if you factor in temporal and multispatial geometry....”
Tony erased a large section of the board and began to replace the original equations with new formula. Walter watched Newman’s work with rapt fascination.
“So, am I the only person here who is sort of freaked out by all of this?” asked Astrid.
“No,” said Uhura. “You aren’t.”
“Done,” said Tony. He capped the marker and stepped back from the board.
Olivia frowned. The whiteboard was covered with complex equations, but none of it made any sense to her.
The Doctor grinned. “Well done, Tony!”
“How does this help us?” asked Olivia. “Doctor?”
“Coordinates,” said Walter. He tapped the board. “These equations provide map coordinates for the source of the incidents. Correct, Doctor?”
“Precisely, Doctor Bishop!”
“Great,” said Peter. “So, plug ‘em into Mapquest and see where they lead.”
“It’s a little more involved than that,” said Tony.
“We won’t need Mapquest,” said the Doctor. “Doctor Bishop, could I borrow an atlas?”
Walter blinked. “Oh. Astrix?”
Astrid reached into the clutter covering Walter’s desk and drew out a book. “Will this do?”
“Perfect,” said the Doctor.
He took the book, glanced at the whiteboard, then pursed his lips and began flipping pages and murmuring to himself.
“What’s he doing?” asked Peter.
“Calculating the position of the source of the incidents,” said Tony.
“Impressive,” murmured Walter. “I suspect this may take a while. Who wants a milkshake?”
“Other timelines?” said Olivia.
The Doctor nodded. His pale eyes were wide and thoughtful. “Other universes. Alternate worlds.”
“You’re joking,” said Peter.
“No,” said Uhura. She had crossed her arms and looked uneasy. “He’s not.”
“It’s a fascinating theory, Doctor,” enthused Walter, “but what do you base it on?”
“Math,” said Tony. He nodded at the whiteboard. “Our initial assumption was that someone was transporting these creatures through space, but the site of the incident with the Romulan blows that theory out of the water. If you look at it as a purely spatial phenomenon, the math doesn’t make sense.”
“But,” said the Doctor, smiling benignly, “if you factor in temporal and multispatial geometry....”
Tony erased a large section of the board and began to replace the original equations with new formula. Walter watched Newman’s work with rapt fascination.
“So, am I the only person here who is sort of freaked out by all of this?” asked Astrid.
“No,” said Uhura. “You aren’t.”
“Done,” said Tony. He capped the marker and stepped back from the board.
Olivia frowned. The whiteboard was covered with complex equations, but none of it made any sense to her.
The Doctor grinned. “Well done, Tony!”
“How does this help us?” asked Olivia. “Doctor?”
“Coordinates,” said Walter. He tapped the board. “These equations provide map coordinates for the source of the incidents. Correct, Doctor?”
“Precisely, Doctor Bishop!”
“Great,” said Peter. “So, plug ‘em into Mapquest and see where they lead.”
“It’s a little more involved than that,” said Tony.
“We won’t need Mapquest,” said the Doctor. “Doctor Bishop, could I borrow an atlas?”
Walter blinked. “Oh. Astrix?”
Astrid reached into the clutter covering Walter’s desk and drew out a book. “Will this do?”
“Perfect,” said the Doctor.
He took the book, glanced at the whiteboard, then pursed his lips and began flipping pages and murmuring to himself.
“What’s he doing?” asked Peter.
“Calculating the position of the source of the incidents,” said Tony.
“Impressive,” murmured Walter. “I suspect this may take a while. Who wants a milkshake?”
