It was a rather normal day in the TARDIS. If you can call spending time in a time travelling spaceship disguised as a police box that is bigger on the inside normal. Clara laid back against the rails, watching the Doctor curiously, as he tended to the TARDIS controls.

"Bit quiet for you, isn't it?" Clara asked. "I hope the aliens aren't, like, planning some sort of utterly massive and incredibly devastating, mindblowing and altogether downright annoying masterplan whilst you're busy mending the TARDIS controls,"

"Well, it's not my fault the Sontaran battle fleet sabotaged the TARDIS matrix," Said the Doctor angrily. "If I don't fix these controls soon, we could be stranded in the middle of space for an eternity,"

The TARDIS began to shake violently almost in response, sending the Doctor and Clara on top of one other, both staring back in embarrassment. Doctors 1, 2, 3,4,5,6,7,8,9, 10 and Malcolm Tucker began to materialize around them, each Doctor accompanied by a companion.

"What the fuck's going on? Why the fuck am I in the fucking TURDIS?" Malcom Tucker exclaimed approaching the 11th Doctor casually. "And who the fuck do you think you are, wearing that red monstrosity on your head? Tommy fucking Cooper?"

"Well, no, actually. I'm the Doctor. And fezzes are cool," He replied innocently, automatically and somewhat subconsciously straightening his bowtie.

It was that time of year again. Parents' evening. Barbara never really enjoyed parents' evening. It always put her way behind in her marking, which she always saw as far more important and beneficial to her students than informing their parents about their progress. There was also the fact that it was boring. She always felt so dozy during these evenings, that she found it hard to concentrate. One year, she accidentally told some parents that their child was a complete mischief in lesson, only to realize they were the mother and father of the best-behaved pupil in Coal Hill school. The poor boy was in distraught the next day and spent the entire history lesson sobbing, turning away in fear whenever Barbara approached him.

The teachers of Coal Hill school were all sat together, behind a large row of wooden tables. Some were situated at the opposite end of the assembly hall but the majority were on the left hand side where Barbara was sat behind her table. Her first appointment was with Susan Foreman. Although whether she would turn up with her Grandfather was open to debate. It was at five thirty that a fairly old, white haired man turned up with Susan and sat on one of the two seats stood at the opposite end of Barbara's table.

"Not late, I presume?" asked the man, looking rather like he didn't want to be there.

"Late? Why, you're five minutes early," said Barbara.

"Now, what's all this about, hmm?"

"It's a parents' evening. I'm here to discuss Susan's progress,"

"They hold one every year, Grandfather. It's an Earth tradition,"

"Tradition? Why, that's a rather odd phrase to use,"

"Odd, is it, when you call such things as Christmas tradition? What my dear Susan is saying is right, Miss Wright. It seems to me like this parents' evening is as much a tradition as the Earth sky is blue,"

"I think we better move on to Susan's progress. Susan is…imaginative, shall we say? Why, just the other week, she said somebody called the Master was behind the Gunpowder plot,"

"But it was! Tell her, Grandfather."

"Calm down, my dear child. This is not the place for mere fantasies, hmm?"

"Anyway, I'd currently say Susan stands at a grade D. If you reign in Susan's imagination, though…why, I'd say she's capable of an A*."

"Thank you, Miss Wright. We'll be off now, then. Good day to you. "

The old man began to place his fingers around Barbara's head, as Susan screamed "Grandfather, No!" and tears of pain began to spread down Barbara's face. The old man slowly let go and turned to face Susan, smiling pleasantly as if nothing had ever happened.

"Come, my child."

Together, they ran out of the assembly hall's door and found themselves in a narrow, deserted school corridor.

"Grandfather, why do you keep doing this? It's not fair. Barbara's my teacher." Susan whispered to him quietly.

"Susan, you must understand. Yes, you must. Your teachers cannot know about my existence. If they find out, it will interfere with their timelines and I will not allow that to happen."

At that moment, a man dressed in a huge, golden collar and long, sweeping robes appeared seemingly from nowhere, staring sternly in their direction.

"Doctor. I have been sent by the high council of Timelords. They wish to recruit you," the man said.

"Recruit me? For what?"

"All will be explained, once the time is right. Now come. Hold my hand."

The 1st Doctor reluctantly did as instructed and a huge, ominous white glow surrounded the Doctor and Susan. Where once stood the Doctor, Susan and the Timelord was now an unoccupied space in the middle of the school corridor. They were gone.