<p>Step carefully across the gantry, mind the temporal updraft, and welcome aboard <strong>Sophie Aldred’s Ace Odyssey</strong> — an interstellar voyage through memory, imagination and the ever-expanding universe of <em>Doctor Who</em> (and far beyond).</p><br><p>Our setting is the venerable Nosferatu 2.5: a ship of distinguished age and debatable reliability, helmed by Sophie herself. At her side stands Hobbes — the gleaming automaton butler, procedural absolutist and tireless enforcer of standards — whose interpretation of “hospitality” occasionally includes decontamination. Somewhere in the circuitry hums the Ffantaface, a device of improbable identity reassignment and narrative necessity. Lurking (or organising, depending on the hour) is Mrs C, Sophie's east end goldfish and guardian of the Ffantaface, whose patience with malfunctioning robots and temporal anomalies is admirable, if not infinite. And behind a door we absolutely cannot open… something continues to knock.</p><br><p>E
