It was supposed to be a meeting of the werecats who lived near Urubaen, They were debating on whether or not to remain there or leave for the spine or leave Alagaesia itself while a young werecat dozed with his mother when three humans atop once-dragons attacked them. As he ran his immediate thought was confusion, Dragons had been the friends of the werecats for longer than elves or dwarves had lived here. The fact that these were gleefully tearing apart and burning the meeting place and anyone foolish enough to come near them clearly contradicted that fact. The young werecat ran after his mother as the tip of his tail caught fire but was quickly extinguished by a gust of the wind that always blew through the meeting place. This wind was now a blessing and a curse as the wind put out small flames but also directed the larger ones to trees and only made them larger. The panic increased as thousands of werecats ran in fear from place to place. In the huge exodus of werecats fleeing in uncharacteristic fear and panic he lost sight of his mother, mewling helplessly for her she touched his mind and told him to simply run and that she would meet him where he had spent his first year. After running through the burning forest and miles from harm he stopped. After he had calmed himself and regained his wits panic and abandonment settled in. Mewling desperately he looked for his mother. Then he remembered what she had said and started towards his mother's first den sight.

The Doctor was feeling bitter, and sad. Extremely sad, it had come to pass that his homeworld and his companion were now gone forever and he was left alone again. He had sealed galiffery away and the horrors of the time war along with it. He was back were he started again, with nothing but an old TARDIS although he now had a sonic screwdriver it seemed that he had started over again with even less. Frustrated he threw it at the control panel. It inadvertently started the TARDIS. At first he tried to gain control of the machine but eventually resorted to hanging onto a coil for dear life. Suddenly the TARDIS made a grinding noise and came to a sudden violent stop, this jarred him from it and caused him to go flying through the air and smack into a wall. After a few moments of lying dazed on the floor he dusted himself off and did a quick inventory to make sure that he hadn't been injured in the crash. After assuring himself he was in fact fine he opened the TARDIS's door to see where he had crashed and how much damage he had caused. A cursory examination of the landscape revealed that he was in the mountains... somewhere. It looked most like the Rockies in America but it smelled all wrong. Snow covered the ground where the heat from the time machine hadn't already melted it. After thinking for another moment he concludes that he must have accidentally fallen into some sort of pocket dimension. After musing on this for a moment more he sees something move weakly. Turning he realizes what he had mistaken for a pile of dead leaves was actually a young boy who looked to be about 3 or 4 years old. The boy is naked and dirty with leaves and branches stuck in his hair and has a feral look on his face. His ribs protrude at an odd angle and he has red marks on his body that suggest he was burned. The boy looks up at him shivering and gives one last heave to get on his feet before passing out. The Doctor only thinks for a moment before deciding to take the boy inside the TARDIS. Luckily one of the few things not damaged in the crash was the infirmary. After he is no longer in any immediate danger the Doctor begins to go about fixing his TARDIS as quickly as possible so that he can leave this dimension before whatever portal that brought him here closes.

It had been months since the meeting place had been destroyed and a few weeks since he had arrived at the first den site. After the adrenalin had worn off he began to feel the full force of his injuries. He had bruises from where others of his kind had roughly shoved him and burns from his panicked flight through the forest. He had assumed his human like form, that of a small child, when near settlements and had either received food from kindhearted humans or garbage and rocks being thrown at him from the wicked and cruel. However as he neared the first den site the humans became more frugal and they were either apathetic or they barely had enough food to feed their families. His stomach was always empty because he had not yet learned to hunt,He eventually made it to the den site and without the energy to revert to his normal form lay curled on the ground in his humanoid form. It was cold but without fur or even fat reserves to keep him warm he lay on the ground and began to feel his body go numb. He felt so exhausted but he kept himself awake at the thought that his mother would be there soon. Just as his body was beginning to fail him and he was beginning to go into the stupor that preceded the sleep of death. A grinding crashing sound the likes of which he had never heard brought back his attention. He opened his eyes as a gust of warm air rushed across the area and melted the snow nearest to it. It was a large blue object that was like nothing he had ever seen before. The closest he had seen to it was the humans dwellings but they weren't as beautiful a blue or as perfect and straight. He watched in muted wonder as it glowed. Just as the cold had begun to set in again a strange looking bald creature that looked similar to a human emerged from it. He was startled and began to weakly try to get away, but the creature seemed to notice him. Because of his movement, eyes widening he tried to get away but only succeeded in exhausting himself to the point of losing consciousness.

He began to come to slowly, he noticed firstly that he was no longer cold and wondered if this was the afterlife, As he began to awaken even more he became aware of a strange noise, that sounded similar to a bird chirping. He finally determined that he was indeed, somehow alive, when he felt the pain of his hunger and his burns and various bruises he realized he was indeed alive. His eyes jerked open and he saw that he was in the strangest landscape he had ever seen. He was attached to something that was under his skin. He pulled it loose and hissed in pain. He licked the wound and got on all fours to explore this new environment. It appeared to be some kind of cave. He reached out with his mind searching for the reassuring touch of his mother and found that the cave was actually alive, but not in the way he was alive, but more akin to the way that a tree was alive. Something about this strange tree-cave was slightly comforting, because even though it didn't reply the feeling of another being that seemed to respond slightly to the touch of his mind unlike the humans. He padded around in search of food for his growling stomach. After a moment of wandering through the tree-cave he saw a human like creature working on a large structure. In the middle of a section of the tree-cave. He quickly jumped behind a wall and peered around it. He remembered now. The human creature must have taken him somewhere. He saw that it had noticed him and was walking towards him now. Hands in a submissive gesture. He was speaking in the language of the humans that his mother had taught him. "It's all right, I'm not going to hurt you. I found you out in the cold and I took you here so that you wouldn't freeze to death" He had a accent similar to the one he had heard the humans in all of the villages speak with, but it was different and alien at the same time. He withdrew back behind his mental shields and started backing up, eyes wide. He felt something strong trying to worm it's way through his mental shields and pushed back with a mentally shouted "NO!" The man stopped and in an attempt to deter him further he reverted to his normal form and bristled his fur menacingly. This thing was foreign nothing in Alagaesia could get that close to going inside a werecat's mind without it wanting to. Suddenly the false human creature hands still in a submissive gesture and a curious expression on his face backed up and grabbed something from a strange looking crate near the thing he was working on. He opened it and the smell of meat flooded his nostrils. Although he hesitated for a moment the promise of food that wasn't prey food or human dry "bread" overwhelmed fear and he rushed forward and proceeded to quickly devour the morsel, purring despite his trepidation. After several more of these he licked his lips and looked cautiously at the creature standing before him. For what seemed like an hour the time lord and the werecat simply stared at each other. Hesitantly he reached out to the other creature's mind and finding that it was shielded in a complex way that allowed him to communicate with it spoke. ithank you, I would have died had you not taken me in./i the very fact that he was thanking this strange creature was strange for it was not in a werecat's nature to do so. However it is the appropriate thing to do when someone has just saved your life. i You may call me Solembum. What do they call you? /i The strange looking creature gave him a look before saying "They call me the Doctor"