Southwest of Central Hyrule, there was a plateau, the Great Plateau, the location of the Shrine of Resurrection where Link slept for a full century, losing a good portion of his memory in the process. The shrine travel gate was reactivated and three figures of blue light appeared. The blue light then faded into Link, Rassilon, and William. “…The Sheikah Tribe’s ancestors made teleporters?!” asked William.
      “Technically, the Zonai did, but the Sheikah made better ones,” explained Link. He then looked at his right arm. “Sorry, Rauru.”
      “So why are we here?” asked Rassilon. “We have to find a way into Ganondorf’s castle and rescue Zelda.”
      “Rassilon, we have the tracer and…well…we ARE on a quest,” sighed William.
      “And as to why you’re here,” said Link, “it’s because there’s a discovery we made that might give us a clue.” Link led everyone out of the old Shrine and brought them to the base of a small mountain, Mount Hylia. Rassilon and William goggled once they saw a familiar structure.
      “…Rassilon, isn’t that-?!” asked William.
      “A bowship! …MY bowship!” confirmed Rassilon.
      “Is this from after you sent it away from the TARDIS?” Rassilon checked her key fob.
      “…Temporal origin confirmed. That IS from directly after I sent it away and roped you all into my quest for the Key to Time.”
      “That’s impossible,” said Link. “The Sheikah say it’s been buried for 12,000 years, longer than the Imprisoning War.”
      “And we’ve been searching for the Key for only weeks,” replied William. “Perspective is relative when you’re time-traveling.”
      “And it looks like it was forced open recently,” remarked Rassilon. “And there’s only three that could do that.”
      “But only one of those three was here early enough to do it,” deduced William. “So, the question becomes what did Miss Tarae learn?”
      “Let’s check the flight logs,” replied Rassilon. “They’ll be the first thing she’ll look for. They wouldn’t have stopped recording until the ship landed here without a pilot.” The three entered the bowship. “This is a new development,” chuckled Rassilon. “To my knowledge, you two are the first non-Gallifreyans to enter a bowship.” She headed to the main computer and keyed in a few commands. A screen switched on and an old man appeared. He was bald, wore red and gold Time Lord robes without the skull cap, held a staff with an elaborate design on top and a silver gauntlet on his left hand.
      “This is the Bowship of Rassilon!” barked the old man. “Intruders, you shall be executed for this!”
      “Security Override Gamma,” replied Rassilon as she looked into an apparatus for scanning eyes. “Passcode: Omega, Tecteun, V, One, One, Seven. Execute retina scan.” The apparatus scanned her eyes.
      “…Security Override confirmed,” reported the old man. “So, Rassilon, you regenerated from that Victorian woman. What’s this, Spanish Dancer? You’re letting the Doctor’s favorite planet influence you.”
      “Oh, shut up, Rassilon,” scoffed Rassilon.
      “Hang on, did you just call him Rassilon?!” asked William. “That’s one of your previous incarnations?!”
      “That’s the current human that’s travelling with the Doctor, isn’t it?” asked the old man. “The one with the pink and black hedgehog girl that listened in to the briefing about our circumstances?”
      “Yes, Rassilon, it is. And yes, William, that computer program’s avatar IS based off of one of my previous incarnations,” confirmed Rassilon.
      “Incarnations?” asked Link.
      “Time Lords stave off death by changing their bodies completely,” explained William. “A side effect includes a different personality. So, Rassilon, you Time Lords can change your sex?”
      “Of course,” replied Rassilon. “If I may boast, we Gallifreyans were the most advanced civilization in the universe. Social constructs like gender were beneath us.”
      “…Yet you were the founder of Time LORD society.”
      “…Yeah, shut up,” grumbled Rassilon.
      “A bit disrespectful, isn’t he?” remarked Old Man Rassilon.
      “He’s earned that right,” replied Present Day Rassilon. “Now, did you get any intruders here before us?”
      “The Master in a new female body, yes,” confirmed Old Man Rassilon. “She discovered our begging the Doctor for help and tracked the TARDIS’ flight path, sending a message about the Key to Time to various threats in those time zones.”
      “So that’s how people like the Autons and the Weeping Angels knew!” realized William. “And she’s probably told Ganondorf!”
      “All readings taken passively,” explained Old Man Rassilon, “indicated that the current monarch of this time, Zelda, is the last segment. Subsequent research of local history and legends confirm it.”
      “Told you,” said Link. Present Day Rassilon sighed.
      “That’s really all we needed to know,” she said. “Rassilon, get this bowship out of here. Hyrule’s had enough cultural contamination. Await this signal.” She keyed in the frequency. “That will let you know that my mission is complete and that I am ready to be picked up.”
      “Understood, Madame President Eternal,” replied Old Man Rassilon. The ship then powered up.
      “Come on, everyone, we need to leave,” called Present Day Rassilon. Everyone left, then the bowship rose into the air and left the atmosphere of the planet.
      “…We could have used that to get to Ganondorf’s castle,” remarked William.
      “That would have resulted in cultural contamination,” replied Rassilon.
      “Oh, we don’t need that anyways,” said Link. “I’ve got a better flying machine in mind!”
      “…You guys are making-?” muttered William. “You know what, later. Right now, we’re in a bit of a conundrum, what with Zelda being the last segment!”
      “If the White Guardian gave me this mission, I wouldn’t be so worried,” said Rassilon. “Once finished, the Key would disperse, the items or people the segments once were would be restored, and the segments would find new forms. …But it was the Black Guardian instead.”
      “You think the Black Guardian would try and keep the Key?” asked William.
      “I know they will. …We need to get to Ganondorf’s castle to figure out what to do with the Doctor and Amy involved as well as Zelda.”
      “And if Ganondorf or Miss Tarae get the tracer?”
      “Well, we’d better hope the Doctor can fix it on the fly. Link, you said you had a means of making us a way to get there?”
      “Watch this!” replied Link. He thrust his right hand out and several devices and panels appeared, creating a crude flying machine. “The Hyrule Sky King!” said Link proudly. “Hop on!”
      “…There is no way this thing is aerodynamic enough!” replied William as he and Rassilon hopped on. Link then grabbed a control bar and the machine took off! He made it bob up and down, cackling all the while. Rassilon looked a little green in the gills. “Hey, quit waving bye-bye!” complained William. “I’m getting sea-sick here!”
      “Oh, you’re as bad as Zelda! This is fun!” laughed Link as he continued flying the contraption.
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      The Doctor and Amy were brought to Zelda in her cell. The poor princess looked pensive. “Your Highness?” asked the Doctor.
      “…I take it Miss Tarae and Ganondorf told you who or what I was?” sighed Zelda.
      “Yeah, they did,” replied Amy. “…It’s…it’s put us in a pickle.”
      “I really don’t want to do that with one of Amy’s friends, but I also don’t want the Black Guardian’s wrath. …What would be the wise thing to do?”
      “…You’ll have to turn me into the last segment,” said Zelda. “I know my duty.”
      “But if the Black Guardian uses the entire key-!”
      “The balance will be restored.”
      “But we’ll lose you! LINK will lose you!”
      “…It’s a sacrifice I’m willing to make, Doctor.”
      “If there’s no choice involved, then it isn’t really a sacrifice! Zelda, you’re not facing a choice! You’re facing an ultimatum! I can’t-!”
      “Doctor!” snapped Zelda, shutting the Doctor up. “…My mind is made up. …Just…find some way to keep the Key to Time out of Miss Tarae and Ganondorf’s hands.”
      “…As you wish,” sighed the Doctor.
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      Link’s flying machine attracted the attention of the guards outside Ganondorf’s castle. “…I thought he gave up that arm,” remarked a Bokoblin.
      “Never mind that!” snapped a Lizalfos. “Fire!” The monsters fired arrows of various kinds at them. Link dodged them all and brought his passengers to a part of Ganondorf’s castle that wasn’t that great at security. 
      “All right, let’s be careful,” warned Link as he drew his sword and shield. “I’d rather NOT have everyone here aware of our presence.”
      “Link, you stick out like a sore thumb, what with that tunic and gear!” hissed William.
      “Hold it!” called a Bokoblin’s voice. “Only Ganondorf’s allies can enter here! You look too stupid to be one of them!” The Bokoblin leveled a club at them.
      “…How do we prove we’re smart enough to be your master’s allies?” asked Link, changing tack. The Bokoblin tossed Link a nine-by-nine-by-nine cube with various symbols on each side.
      “Match all the glyphs with the glyphs in the center of each side,” instructed the Bokoblin. William and Rassilon realized what it was.
      “Isn’t that a puzzle toy from Earth?” Rassilon asked William.
      “A Rubik’s Cube, yes,” replied William. Link grinned and rotated each face of the cube until all the glyphs were the same on each side.
      “Boom,” he said.
      “…Huh, you ARE smart enough,” remarked the Bokoblin. “Sorry about that. Gotta watch out for that Hero of Hyrule, you know.” He opened the gate.
      “Oh, we completely understand,” soothed Link as he led his team inside. The group then made their way to the dungeon and found the Doctor and her cellmates.
      “Doctor!” hissed William.
      “William! Get out of here!” replied the Doctor. “And take Rassilon with you! Zelda’s-!”
      “She hasn’t accepted her fate, has she?!” whispered Rassilon.
      “…You know?”
      “I told them,” replied Link. “Zelda, is that true? You’re REALLY letting yourself be turned into the last segment?!”
      “Link, please understand-!”
      “What kind of plan involves giving Ganondorf what he wants?!” Zelda gestured for Link to come closer. Link obeyed and Zelda whispered something in his ear. Link goggled, then sighed. “…We’ll keep you out of Ganondorf’s hands,” promised Link. “You and the other segments.”
      “Thank you,” said Zelda. “Now, my friends, your…tracer, please?” Rassilon sighed as she reluctantly pointed the tracer at Zelda. It crackled, then Zelda was surrounded by a bright light before becoming the last segment of the Key to Time.