Laying out a battle plan

[sharpwit]

 Sharp massaged the bridge of his nose with his hoof as he tried to reason his way through this situation. "Alrighty then, here's what we know: Torchwood, for all intents and purposes, is not even in this timeline anymore; the 'key' to the temporal signature isn't remotely available now; and there are literally changeling falling from the sky like rain upon Canterlot. Now, I don't know about the rest of you, but I suggest that we attempt to do something of value while we still stand, rather than hiding in this dinky little shop all day."
Spoken like a true hero, the Dark Voice sneered.
Don't you have to be annoying somewhere else? Sharp snapped.
Not until four, the Voice responded in a mock clueless tone.
Turning back to the group, he shook the thoughts out of his head and grinned nervously. "So, any ideas for a plan?"