Several hours later, The Doctor and Martha Jones were enjoying a feast in the Twigget village, with Glimmer and Bow. She-Ra had disappeared, and Bow was playing the harp, while Glimmer tried to explain the history of the great rebellion. Martha was trying to keep notes, although the story seemed hard to follow. The Doctor was nodding with great interest, but The Doctor was always interested in everything.
Mid-explanation, She-Ra returned, only this time with slightly different clothing.
"Oh hello" Martha said, warmly "We were waiting for you to come back."
"Come back" She-Ra asked, arching an eyebrow, "I haven't met you, I am Adora."
Martha blinked, wondering why She-Ra was pretending to be someone else. "But..."
The Doctor shushed Martha with his eyes,
"Pleased to meet you Adora, your friend Glimmer was just catching me up on the news of the Great Rebellion, and I am very impressed by the bravery of your people."
Adora smiled at The Doctor.
"Glimmer, could you come with me? We have plans for the rebuilding of the Twigget Village to discuss."
Glimmer and Adora left, their high heels clinking on the banquet hall.
"Doctor...that was She-Ra. Calling herself 'Adora'."
"Yes...I've heard other people around us, talking about them as if they were separate people."
"How can they believe such a thing?"
"Well, I would say...either a very, very low level perceptual filter, or they are very, very thick."
"And that isn't the only thing odd about this..."
"You mean Bow's outfit?" The Doctor's gaze took in the form of Bow, still wearing his abdomen-baring outfit and bright red cape, as he strummed his harp. "Too bad Captain Jack isn't here. Well, actually, too good might be a better term..."
"Oh, friend of mine. You'll probably meet him one of these days."
"Well, yes, I did get the feeling that Bow might be into... musical theater, but that wasn't what I was mentioning. I know enough about medicine to know that in a war zone, there are dozens of injuries, small injuries, mental and physical that would be showing up everywhere. But these people...no scars, no signs of broken bones, and really, no signs of emotional trauma. People who have seen war usually have signs. These people don't."
"People show there scars in different ways. And this is a different dimension. Different rules." The Doctor's eyes took on the distant focus that Martha had recognized as a sign that memories of the great war he sometimes mentioned were surfacing.
"So are you telling me that you don't think anything is wrong with what is going on here."
Just at that moment, a great roar was heard outside, and Bow, belying the artistic temperament he had been showing for the past hour or so, put down his harp and picked up his eponymous weapon to rush outside. The Doctor and Martha rushed out with the rest. Bow was screaming: "IT IS GRIZZLOR! WITH A DESTRUCTO-CANNON".
She-Ra (they supposed she must be, since she was back in her fancier outfit) was flying by on a
The Doctor took out his sonic screwdriver, looked at it, and then put it back in his pocket.
"I could do readings on the temporal isometry...but I think I know a simpler method. Want to go for a stroll, Miss Jones" The Doctor said, and taking Martha's hand, the two of them walked across the town square, which was saturated by the robot's laser blasts, as well as who must be Grizzlor, wildly firing his "Destructo-Cannon"
"We seem to be unharmed" Martha said, arching an eyebrow.
"This world, this entire dimension, is in a state of Temporal Grace."
"That's a new one to me."
"And to me, or at least I haven't seen it for a very long while. Things can happen here, but no one will ever get hurt, and whichever side 'wins' this battle...we will be back to the same situation the next day."
"That sounds...almost...appealing." Martha said.
"Yes...I could live here, be a great hero, fight against tyranny, come up with any number of clever plans to diffuse the situation at the last moment. And...everyone would always turn out fine. I wouldn't have to worry about anyone getting hurt. Kind of tempting, isn't it?"
"Don't lie to yourself, Doctor, you would get bored here in a week, and you would feel guilty about the rest of space-time that you were failing to meddle in."
"You know me well, Martha. Should we make our way back to the TARDIS?"
"I think we shall, and we will just have to guess about how no one knows that Adora is She-Ra, and what Bow does when he isn't playing the harp."
And so they walked off, leaving the battle behind them to reach its usual, non-violent conclusion.