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Susan’s insistence that the Doctor could fly the TARDIS struck Ian as holding more conviction than certainty. He imagined it was easier for the girl to believe her grandfather in control, that there was a method to the errant madness of their travels. Perhaps, if he was honest with himself, Ian didn’t have the heart to break her misguided faith in the wily Doctor. Otherwise, Susan would have to face the truth, that they were careening through time and space with no recourse should their luck finally run out. Sometimes, Ian wondered how long they were overdue for that reckoning.