How do you measure a year?
“Right, ready then?”
“Ready?”
The Doctor nodded and looked up at her, “’bout time I taught you how the TARDIS works, complex operation this and takes precision programming to get it right.”
“And that’s why we keep ending up in the wrong time huh?” Rose couldn’t help but tease him, it was pretty funny actually, more so when she saw the disgusted look on his face.
“I can’t help it if the TARDIS doesn’t listen exactly to the coordinates I give her.”
Rose just rolled her eyes and slid down from the chair at the side of the console, “Right, and a bad workman never blames his tools.”
“’Cause not Rose, it’s always the person using them, not the tools themselves. Well, unless someone made faulty ones.”
Rose laughed softly, the Doctor had just proven her right and himself wrong, he was the reason they ended up in the wrong place and time, not the TARDIS. So, she came to stand by him, “What does what then?”
“Right, this activates the vortex loop, dimensional stabiliser and vector tracker.” As he spoke he pointed to different parts of the console, “Right Rose, that there,” he pointed to part of the console, “Turn on those switches there and there, roll that for how far you want to go, pump that lever and then twist that knob just there.”
“Just like that, button, button, roll, pump and twist.”
“Yeah, just like that. Although it sounds pretty simple when you say it, you’ve got to understand the concepts of how far you want to go in time to how far you want to roll that though.”
“Right so, if I wanted to go forward or back 100 years.”
“You turn that forwards or back half a turn.”
“So fifty years is quarter of a turn, twenty five years is an eighth of a turn right.” Poking her tongue out the side of her mouth and squinting a little she continued to concentrate, “So then twelve and a half years is a sixteenth of a turn and six and a quarter is one thrity twoth?” She frowned not even sure that was a word, it probably wasn’t but what the hell. “So, if I wanted to go forward a year I would have to….”
“Turn it either away from you or towards you about…” The Doctor took Rose’s hand and placed it on the wheel and then placed it own over the top of it, “About one year forward, about one year backwards.”
Looking up and over her shoulder at him she smiled, “I don’t think I could have worked it out any lower in my head.” She remembered roughtly a year, such a small roll of the wheel back or forth, but then they could use it to measure any length of time.
“Ready?”
The Doctor nodded and looked up at her, “’bout time I taught you how the TARDIS works, complex operation this and takes precision programming to get it right.”
“And that’s why we keep ending up in the wrong time huh?” Rose couldn’t help but tease him, it was pretty funny actually, more so when she saw the disgusted look on his face.
“I can’t help it if the TARDIS doesn’t listen exactly to the coordinates I give her.”
Rose just rolled her eyes and slid down from the chair at the side of the console, “Right, and a bad workman never blames his tools.”
“’Cause not Rose, it’s always the person using them, not the tools themselves. Well, unless someone made faulty ones.”
Rose laughed softly, the Doctor had just proven her right and himself wrong, he was the reason they ended up in the wrong place and time, not the TARDIS. So, she came to stand by him, “What does what then?”
“Right, this activates the vortex loop, dimensional stabiliser and vector tracker.” As he spoke he pointed to different parts of the console, “Right Rose, that there,” he pointed to part of the console, “Turn on those switches there and there, roll that for how far you want to go, pump that lever and then twist that knob just there.”
“Just like that, button, button, roll, pump and twist.”
“Yeah, just like that. Although it sounds pretty simple when you say it, you’ve got to understand the concepts of how far you want to go in time to how far you want to roll that though.”
“Right so, if I wanted to go forward or back 100 years.”
“You turn that forwards or back half a turn.”
“So fifty years is quarter of a turn, twenty five years is an eighth of a turn right.” Poking her tongue out the side of her mouth and squinting a little she continued to concentrate, “So then twelve and a half years is a sixteenth of a turn and six and a quarter is one thrity twoth?” She frowned not even sure that was a word, it probably wasn’t but what the hell. “So, if I wanted to go forward a year I would have to….”
“Turn it either away from you or towards you about…” The Doctor took Rose’s hand and placed it on the wheel and then placed it own over the top of it, “About one year forward, about one year backwards.”
Looking up and over her shoulder at him she smiled, “I don’t think I could have worked it out any lower in my head.” She remembered roughtly a year, such a small roll of the wheel back or forth, but then they could use it to measure any length of time.