WARNING! Do not read this before reading "The Doctor Returns to Point Place." It is a direct continuation of that story and you won't have a clue as to what's going on unless you do.

The TARDIS settled down with a solid thump. The Doctor adjusted a few controls at the main console and then looked up.

"Welcome to Priyana 2."

Red Forman looked at the Doctor from where he had been idly running his hand over one of the coral support beams. "What, just like that? Less than five minutes later and we're on another planet?"

"Yup," the Doctor grinned, despite the seriousness of the situation. "Four hundred and thirty light years and two hundred and sixteen years in just under five minutes. Not bad if I say so myself."

"Wait, what do you mean two hundred and sixteen years?" Donna Pinciotti asked.

"Oh," the Doctor replied. "Didn't I mention it could travel in time as well?" As he said this he started walking towards the corridor leading off to the rest of the ship. "Let's go get your friend and get him the help he needs. A few hours at most, and we'll be on our way back to Earth."

Red and Donna quickly hurried after the Doctor. As much as they were both fascinated by the idea that they had just traveled through time, time could wait. Saving the life of Stephen Hyde came first.

After loading the still frozen body of Hyde onto and anti-grav stretcher, the trio made their way to the front door of the TARDIS.

"Don't we have to thaw him out first or something?" Donna asked as she walked next to the stretcher, one hand resting lightly on it as she helped guide it.

"They'll have the proper equipment for that in the hospital," the Doctor announced as he opened the door.

They stepped out into a dim, dank corridor with thick metal pipes running its length overhead. Concrete walls painted a sickly yellow-green flanked them and the floor was a dull gray with occasional puddles of brownish goo here and there.

"This doesn't look like any hospital I've ever seen," Donna commented worriedly.

"No, we're definitely in the right place," the Doctor said as he studied the readings from his sonic, which he had surreptitiously pulled from his suit pocket. "I think we're just in the basement."

"I hope so," Red said as he glanced around. "I wouldn't want Steven being treated in a place like this." His face wrinkled up in displeasure as he continued to scan the corridor they stood in.

The Doctor replaced the sonic in his pocket. "What say we find a lift and get Steven here some treatment?"

The three of them cautiously walked down the corridor making sure to steer clear of the brown goo.

"Here we are then," the Doctor said a moment later as he stopped in front of a clearly marked lift.

He pressed the button to summon it and they saw as the number above the doors started to drop from where it currently stood at 83.

"Eighty-three floors!" Donna exclaimed.

"Actually, if I remember correctly there should be 86," the Doctor corrected.

"That's a hell of a large hospital," Red said.

"Well it had to be," the Doctor replied. "The Priyanians were fighting a war with the Drex on the next planet over. They needed a large enough facility to handle all the casualties."

"War!" Red said, sounding alarmed.

"It's been over for almost a century by now," the Doctor said reassuring him. Just then, the lift arrived.

As they started maneuvering the stretcher into the lift Donna let out a small shriek and her hand flew to her head.

"What is it?" Red asked.

"Something just dripped on me," she said as she brought her hand down to look at the brown goo that was now on her fingers. "Yuck!" she said, looking up for the source of the drip. "I hope this isn't what I think it is." She brought her finger up to her nose to smell it, then thought better of it and wiped it on the wall.

Although Red was able to bite back the comment he was about to fire at Donna, he couldn't hide the smirk that came to his face. The Doctor's face meanwhile had a thoughtful look on it as he stared at Donna's hair and the goo she had deposited on the wall.

"Let's go," Donna said, pulling him from his thoughts. "I want to find a sink. This stuff is disgusting." She held up her finger to show the two men the residue that coated it, as if they might not believe her otherwise.

"Right," the Doctor said. "Please take us to the emergency trauma center," he asked of no one in particular.

Red was about to ask him who the hell he was talking to when the lift started moving.

"Voice activated lift," the Doctor said, giving Red a grin.

A moment later the doors opened, depositing them into the emergency trauma center, and right into chaos.