Upon a frozen field of snow a tall, blue box faded into sight with a haunting wheezing and groaning sound. A flashing light atop of it ceased its blinking and the door opened. Out stepped an old man with silver hair brushed up in a tuft and a bushy white beard and mustache. Shivering, he pulled his old, worn leather coat about him, and tightened the red, herringbone scarf about his neck. As he turned about, his brilliant green eyes widened, and he gasped, "Oh my God."
An enormous crowd of running forms was heading right for him. The shock came not from the imminent stampede, but that the creatures rushing toward him had great bulbous eyes and a mass of tentacles where their mouth should be.
"Great Cthulhu's ghost!" growled the old man as he turned to dash back into the blue box.
"Wait!" echoed about the frozen land and the oncoming crowd parted revealing a tall, handsome man in a blue greatcoat in their midst. He ran ahead of the crowd, shouting, "Please, don't leave! I need you. We need you."
"Group Captain," said the old man as he stopped in the doorway of the battered, blue box.
"Captain Grumpy!" cried the Group Captain as he ran up to the old man and shook his hand.
"Don't call me that," moaned the old man.
"It's good to see you again, sir," said the Group Captain as the crown of tentacled people ran about the two men and the box.
"Who are these people?" asked the old man. "They look similar to Sensorites."
"They're call Ood," explained the Group Captain. "And they need our help."
"You know I have a war to fight."
"You stayed a few hours to help me back in Nineteen Forties London. A few hours on the Oodsphere couldn't be too much to ask of an old time traveller like yourself."
"What are they running from, Group Captain?"
"Martian invaders, sir."
"Little green men?"
"Big ones, sir."
"Ice Warrior? This far out. I'm assuming this Oodsphere is very near the Sensesphere?"
"Same system. This is the year year 4126. Just earlier this year, the Ood cast off their yoke of slavery to the humans. Now the Ice Warriors have moved in."
"Where are you running from, Group Captain?"
"One of their cities that just fell to the invaders."
"Let's go back and take a look."
"What about the Ood, sir?"
"They're running. That's the best thing to do in circumstances like this."
An hour later, the Group Captain and the old man were crouched behind a great snow drift, peering at a gorgeous city of fluted towers, elegant flying buttresses and arched walkways."
"What a beautiful city!" gasped the old man in wonder. "But it doesn't look quite finished."
"They just started building it a few months after their liberation. Dispute their rather monstrous looks, the Ood are a good people, and this is their rightful home."
The Group Captain handed the old man a pair of binoculars which he took and immediately began to scan the city with.
"Where are they?" asked the old man. "They didn't pursue your Ood, but I don't see anyone in the city."
Just then, a great, green helmeted head filled the old man's field of vision, staring right at him. The battle hardened old Warrior barely supressed a startled cry.