Back in the mental landscape, number Seven perks his head around at the outside voice.

"Is that Ace out there?" he asks of himself. "Please don't tell me that of the two of you, Ace is now the responsible one. I mean, really. These walls exist for a reason, dear boy."

Nine nods, grinning slightly. "Yeah, that's Ace. Time Lord now, as I'm sure you know." Then the grin fades and a steely expression replaces it. "That's why I did it. She's in trouble, and I need your help."