England

The companions argue for staying in 1643, framing it as visiting personal connections rather than fleeing temporal danger. The time period exists in their memories more than the landscape—the Doctor knows only that they lie in a world of iron skies and medieval chill, where wool and fur do little to ward off the bite of the air. Below the low sun’s glare, England feels alien through the Doctor’s eyes, its earth raw beneath his feet and its villages knit tight with human bonds he both respects and resists. The companions speak of family ties that transcend centuries, of grandfathers who still live and villages that remain untouched by the chaos of time they’ve just escaped. For them, the past is not a ruin but a living place where the weight of ordinary life pulls them inward.