Ann and Charles – Traken Honeymoon

Ann, Charles, and Nyssa were hanging out in a room of Cranleigh Manor.
Latoni was going home, and with Charles’ older twin brother, George, now dead and funerals being planned, Charles and George’s mother, Madge, had moved in her new boyfriend, Robert Muir. Some people said she had been pregnant with Robert’s kid.
Madge herself had never had a steady boyfriend before. She had gotten pregnant with the twins during a teenage one-night-stand at boarding school.
And she had inherited the manor from her own parents, Jason and Amerisse Cranleigh, who helped raise the twins and who were now both in a retirement home, leaving the manor to their daughter and only child.
Now, in 1925, Ann was 21, Charles 35, Madge 53, and Robert 54.
Amerisse was 78 and Jason was 83. They were staying in an hospice room for the ball and also for their grandson George’s funeral.
And now, Nyssa was going to tell Ann and Charles stuff that could change their life forever…
…a new place for an honeymoon…
…
Yes, Nyssa had arranged for Ann and Charles to go on honeymoon on Planet Traken.
As the Doctor and his Companions went away, the old Keeper suddenly teleported.
Old Keeper: Are you guys Ann and Charles? I am the Keeper, well an hologram, and you two are convocated to Traken for your honeymoon.
Ann: Oh my gosh we are going to another planet for our honeymoon!
Charles: Of course we are!
…
Ann and Charles got engulfed in a white light, and teleported in the groves of Traken.
It looked very medieval but also very art nouveau. There were no clouds, and the sky looked perhaps more like a wall than a sky. The climate was calm and mediterranean, and it felt a bit eerie.
There were a few old stone statues, with glowing red eyes, which Nyssa had described as Melkurs.
Charles heard a wooshy sound and tightened his hand to Ann’s, as they walked past them, and into the Traken Consular Castle.
An young woman dressed in cyan-blue-grey walked in, holding a toddler dressed in purple. Both were somewhat tall and lanky for their respective ages, and fairly light skinned. Both were blond but the mother had green eyes and the kid had brown. The toddler’s ears sticked outward a bit, and he was pushing his finger off his nose.
“Bweeh!” the toddler exclaimed.
“Well, Bweeh to you, too!” Ann floundery respounded, with her hand out in the air.
“My name is Vraisa and this is my son Seron!” Vraisa introduced herself. Seron clapped his hands and pushed a tooth in.
“I am Ann Talbot and this is Charles Cranleigh. We have been sent here in honeymoon through a friend from the future!”
“A friend from the future? Well any friend of them is a friend of mine! Come on to my house!”
Ann and Charles came in to Vraisa and Seron’s home. It still had a medieval art nouveau look, but somehow looked much more… homey.
Ann and Charles sat down on the couch, Seron drank from a red mini-bowl of Trakenite Kefir, and Vraisa played a sweet melody with some dancing holographic lights.
Vraisa: “Do you kids love it? It’s more than just art, it’s love, it’s emotion.”
Seron: “Guh.”
Ann: “It reminds me of the meaning of Traken.”
Vraisa: “Yes, it has a lot of meanings. Reminds me of a quote of one of my favorite books. – When the twin suns despair, we know the Ifrit. – It is one of those symbolic meanings, a poem, a legend. Maybe the two of us aren’t as different as we think. Did’nt you guys say you were from Earth?”
Charles: “Yes, we are.”
Vraisa: “That must be really far away. And your friend –“
Ann: “She’s also Consular Nobility from Traken but she looks exactly like me.”
Vraisa: “That’d have been an interesting story.”
At a certain point, two kids come in. A slightly younger one with brown hair and eyes, wearing brown. And a slightly older redhead in green, with green eyes and a slightly more Asian appearance, with an yellower, tanner skintone, signifying a provenance from slightly further southeast.
They were walking hand in hand, with the younger one wawing at the little group.
“Hello peeps! Name’s Katura!”
“And I’m Zorca! Soon we will be consuls and we will marry each other!”
“I guess that’ll be great!” smiled Ann.
And soon after, Charles found himself even changing Seron’s diapers… Aiai!