My name is Eldane. I am of the Homo Reptilian race. And this is the story of how The Doctor and three humans saved the earth from certain dystopia.
1015 years into Amy's future and the alarm went off. Deep beneath the earth, Eldane and the twenty million other Homo Reptilians awoke with a jolt. The time had come; the time to take back the world that was rightfully theirs. And it was going to be easier than they had thought, for Torchwood had the object they needed. And it just so happened that they had come to investigate the sound of the awakening brethren. Big Mistake.
The Tardis' metallic thrumming sound echoed back off of the nearly deserted graveyard surrounding Cromer Cathedral. It was nearly deserted because there were three teenagers stood staring at the blue box that had just faded into existence right in front of their eyes. The door slowly opened and out stepped two people, one a man the other a woman. The man seemed to be in his middle twenties, with a shirt, trousers, boots and most unexpected a tweed jacket and bow tie. The woman, wearing a short skirt and top, shivered in the twilight as they stared at the unexpected teens in front of them. "Hello there!" The man's voice was jolly and filled with a very uncommon twang of confidence. "My names The Doctor and this here," he pointed at the girl, "is Amy." Silence spread across the graveyard after his words echoes had died down. "Um okay then, don't want to be rude but who are you?" Somehow his smile must have evicted some sort of response because it remained on his lips. "I'm James, this is Chris and Chloe." The first boy spoke hurriedly, and in a near whisper. "Why are we whispering?" joked Amy.
"The Watchers will get us if we are out too long, everyone knows that." Chloe replied accusingly. "Yeah we're not from round here." The Doctors voice was on edge. "What year are we in?" he asked urgently.
"Aha! Time Travellers!" Chris sighed to the other teens. "Oh year right, 3015! Welcome to Cromer, capital of England!"
"I see," The Doctor frowned, knowing only that this year meant trouble. Big Trouble.
Jack Harkness and Ianto Jones stood in the doorway of the old drill site, or what was left of it. Ianto was still shaken from the time jump he had made just three weeks ago, seconds before he had died, straight into the future. Jack had apparently needed his help here, 1015 years in the future after his scanners had detected an Awakening Alarm 25KMs under the earth, just outside of Cardiff. He sighed turned round and together they descended towards the brand new hole in the ground, weapons drawn.