The TARDIS is wary when she finds this dream, aching and exhausted from the rift's recent instability, and therefore all the more drawn to it when she senses calm and companionship in it. She manifests on a small strip of a beach, sand a rosy orange and strewn with boulders the color of the ocean. Not far off are trees whose leaves glint silver and white in the sunlight. This isn't a Terran scenery for once, and that is pleasant too. The island also seems larger than most, the long swooping shoreline cradling a few smaller isles in the distance.

While she takes in the view and the salty air and the cool breeze, she notices the familiar Unicorn close by, the sea gently lapping at its front hooves. Once again there is no discernible reason for its presence, and again it has no distinct mental presence to interact with. She frowns at it for a moment, but it's enjoying the water and that is actually not a bad idea. So she steps forward, dismissing her shoes to join the large creature's side in the muddy sand, delighted by the soft rhythmic sensations. The Unicorn turns its head to look at her and finally offers, "Here I am," in Gallifreyan, syllables and tenses linking in circles to say that this point in time is, and there would be no sense in questioning it. "Perhaps someone else is, too," the TARDIS points out and so they begin to wander along the shore towards the nearest pebbly path between islands, the TARDIS resting a hand against the broad shimmering flank of her own mind.