The old wooden cart was being pulled across the windswept moor by a single grey pony. It's driver sat atop his seat at the front of the cart, protected from the cold wind by his brown hooded robe. The rest of the men were walking in front of the cart, also cloaked in their robes and carrying large wooden staffs, as they rang their bells loudly.

Pulling into the cobbled stable yard of a large stone manor house they were quickly noticed by the men working there.

"Not now Father," The steward of the house said in a thick Scottish accent as he stopped what he was doing and headed over to one of the men. He was an aged but strong looking man with grey hair, who was dressed in a tweed suit, riding boots and a flat cap. "You should know better" He told the man, who had lowered his hood to reveal a thin bald man. "You're not welcome here and especially not today, I've got not time for to start old arguments" The steward told him as he and the and the Father met in the middle of the yard whilst the rest of the hooded men gathered behind their leader.

"We want only one thing" The Father said, also in a Scottish accent, holding a hard stare.

"And what would that be?" The steward asked. The Father looked around for a moment.

"This house" He replied. The steward laughed as if it was a joke, looking over his shoulder at the other workers, who were all also chuckling.

"You want the house?" He asked with a smile. The Father's expression did not falter.

"We will take the house" He told him. The steward's amusement didn't drop.

"Would you like my wife while your at it?" He asked.

"If you won't stand aside then we will take it by force" The Father warned him.

"By what power? The hand of god?" The steward asked tauntingly.

"No, the fist of man" The Father replied. He then slammed his staff into the abdomen of the steward, knocking him to the ground. The steward tried to get back up onto his feet but the Father kicked him away, sending the man skidding across the yard, before taking up a fighting stance. The other hooded men saw his signal and took off their cloaks. They were all also thin and bald and were all wearing the same bold red tunic and trousers. All of them took up their fighting stances. The other workers were now advancing on them, holding whatever improvised weapon they could grab such as a hammer or blocks of wood. The Father's men, however, had their staffs and knew how to use them as they twirled them about skilfully before throwing them high into the air. They then took a flying leap over the stunned workers and caught their falling sticks as they landed.

The workers had no chance of winning as every blow they aimed was blocked and countered before they knew what was happening. It wasn't long before they were all laying unconscious on the cobbles. The Father's men weren't done yet though as they burst into the house via the kitchen, startling the two maids working there, who both screamed and tried to run. The Father's men dragged them off as well as the other staff who came running towards the noise. More of the Father's men ran upstairs with two entering one of the drawing rooms where the owner of the house, a middle aged man with brown hair, dressed in a suit, had been stood reading a book. He barely had time to acknowledge the disturbance before one of them knocked him out with a single swing of his staff.

The steward woke up groggily as his eyes adjusted to the semi-darkness. As he sat up he became aware of three things. Firstly he was in the basement of the house, he had locked shackles on his wrists and finally all but the master of the house were sat around him, including the lady of the house, all in the same predicament and all attached together via a chain running from wall and through their shackles.

"What in the heavens?" He asked as the doors leading into the yard were opened by two of the Father's men whilst the others dragged a large box shaped object, hidden by a canvas sheet, down the ramp and into the basement. The Father had also walked in with them.

"What's in there?" The steward asked. "What is it? What's under the canvas? Father answer me? What's in there?" He asked him. The Father turned faced them.

"May god forgive me" He said before he went over to the object and pulled off the canvas sheet. What lay underneath it was enough to made them all scream.

Loud rock music was being played by the Tardis's console as the ship travelled through the time vortex.

"What do you think? Will this do?" Rose asked Peter as she walked into the console room wearing a pair of short dungarees over a light pink t-shirt with thick black tights and calf high boots.
"Late 1970's, suppose anything goes right?" Peter replied. He was sat up on the room's padded platform wearing a light and soft open collared blue shirt under a black leather jacket with roll up jeans tucked into a pair of loose army styled boots. "How's this?" He asked Rose, indicating his own outfit, as he jumped down from the platform. She nodded approvingly.

"Suits you" She said with a smile just as the Doctor came into the room. "What'd you think Doctor?" She asked him, pointing out their outfits.

"That era you'd be better off in a bin bag," He chuckled. "Hold on listen to this" He said as he inserted a small box into the console which changed the music track.

"Ian Dury and the Blockheads, number one in 1979" He said as the track played. Rose started laughing.

"Your just a punk, that's what are you are, your a big old punk with a bit of rockabilly thrown in" She teased as the Doctor began singing along to the music.

"Don't knock it Rose, these songs are classics" Peter told her as he enjoyed the beat.

"You wanna go see him?" The Doctor asked and he began piloting the Tardis.

"What in concert?" Peter asked in surprise.

"What do you think the Tardis is for?" The Doctor asked. "I could take you to the battle of Trafalgar? The first anti gravity Olympics? Or, Ian Dury and the Blockheads, Sheffield, Earth, 21st November 1979? What do you think?" He asked as he walked around the console.
"Sheffield it is" Peter said.

"Oh defiantly" Rose agreed.

"Hold on tight" The Doctor said with a smile as he pulled down on a lever. The Tardis lurched violently, throwing them all off balance. The turbulence lasted a good few minutes as the Doctor flew his ship through the time vortex at speed whilst Rose and Peter gripped the console tightly.

"Landing!" The Doctor shouted as he bashed part of the console with a rubber hammer. The Tardis gave a final jerk before it stopped, causing them all to fall to the floor. The Doctor and Rose were in a fit of laughter whilst Peter looked rather relived to have stopped.

"This ship's more dangerous than anywhere we land sometimes" He said as he used the console to help pick himself up.

"Oh she can be a little temperamental but you'll get use to it" The Doctor laughed as he stood up and helped Rose to her feet. "Now 1979, hell of a year, China invades Vietnam, the Muppet movie I love that film, Margaret Thatcher," The Doctor said excitedly as he ran up to the doors, pulling his coat on, as Rose and Peter followed. "Starlight brought to Earth with a little help from me, nearly took my thumbs off, I like my thumbs, very attached to my thumbs..." He continued as he opened the door and headed out. He trailed off however, when he registered what was in front of them. A group of soldiers in bright red tunics, one sat on a large black horse, stood aiming their guns at them as they all, including the Tardis, stood on a windswept moor.

"Ah, 1879, same difference" The Doctor said as he, Rose and Peter raised their hands in surrender.

"You will explain your presence gentlemen and the nakedness of this girl" The soldier on the horse said, speaking with a Scottish accent.

"Are we in Scotland?" The Doctor asked cheerily, speaking in a surprisingly good Scottish accent.

"How can you be ignorant of that?" The soldier asked.
"It all looks the same?" Peter muttered but stopped as the soldier's pistol flickered in his direction.

"Oh I'm all dazed and confused, me and my assistant here have been chasing this wee naked child over hale and dale" The Doctor said, still in his accent, as he nodded towards Peter and then Rose.

"Will you identify yourselves please?" The soldier asked irritably.

"Doctor James Mcrimin from the township of Balamory, er I have my credentials if I may?" The Doctor asked. The soldier nodded as Rose and Peter lowered their hands. The Doctor then pulled out his physic paper from his pocket and held it up and showed it to all soldiers.

"As you can a Doctrine from the university of Edinburgh, I trained under Dr Bell himself" The Doctor told them. All the soldier seemed less hostile now, though maintained their hold on their guns.

"And you sir?" The soldier on the horse asked Peter, who dug out his wallet from his back pocket.

"Lieutenant Peter Argent" He replied with a quick salute as he held it open, showing the man his UNIT identification card that was held in the display pocket.

"Captain Reynolds" The soldier replied with a nod back as he couldn't salute, hold his gun and his horse's reins at the same time.

"What regiment is that Lieutenant?" He asked suspiciously, having never heard of UNIT.

"Special branch sir, very hush hush" Peter replied quickly as he put away his wallet.

"Let the approach" An elderly but well spoken woman's voice said, coming from the large black carriage stood behind the soldiers.

"I don't think that's wise ma'am" Captain Reynolds replied.

"Let them approach" The woman ordered again. Captain Reynolds sighed a little as the Doctor held a hand in the direction of the carriage.

"You will approach the carriage" He said reluctantly. "And show all due deference" He added as the Doctor nodded before he Rose and Peter walked over to the carriage. As they reached it a footman opened the door. Sat inside was a grey haired woman dressed in a black morning dress. She looked strangely familiar.

"Rose, Peter, might I introduce her Majesty Queen Victoria, Empress of India and Defender of the Faith" The Doctor introduced.

"Rose Tyler ma'am" Rose managed to say as she curtsied whilst Peter bowed his head. "My apologies for being so naked" She added quickly.

"I have five daughters, it is nothing to me" She replied. She then turned her gaze to Peter. "Lieutenant did I hear sir?" She asked him.
"Yes ma'am Lieutenant Peter Argent" He replied with a salute. Queen Victoria nodded in acknowledgement before he looked to the Doctor.

"And you Doctor show me these credentials?" She asked as the Doctor handed her the physic paper.

She looked quite surprised as she read whatever he had put on the paper.

"Why didn't you say so immediately? It states clearly here that you've been appointed by the Lord Provence as my protector" She informed him.

"Does it? Yes it does, good good" The Doctor said, recovering his surprise, as he took back the physic paper. "Then let me ask why is your Majesty travelling by road when there's a train all the way to Aberdeen?" He asked.

"A tree on the line" Queen Victoria replied.

"An accident?" The Doctor asked.

"I am the Queen of the United Kingdom of Great Britain and Ireland, everything around me tends to be planned" She replied.

"An assignation attempt?" The Doctor inquired.

"What seriously? There's people out to kill you?" Rose asked Queen Victoria.

"I'm quite use to staring down the barrel of a gun" She replied.

"Sir Robert MacLeish lives but ten miles heads, we've sent word ahead, he'll shelter us for tonight then we can reach Balmoral tomorrow" Captain Reynolds informed the Queen as he rode up to the carriage.

"This Doctor, Lieutenant Argent and Miss Tyler will come with us" Queen Victoria told him.

"Yes ma'am," He replied. "We better get moving, it's almost nightfall" He added.

"Indeed and there are stories of wolves in these parts but fanciful tales intended to scare the children, good for the blood I think," Queen Victoria said. "Drive on!" She then ordered the carriage driver as the footman shut her door.

Walking behind the carriage as the procession travelled across the moor, the Doctor, Rose and Peter kept themselves out of earshot of the soldiers.

"It's funny though cause you say assassination and you just think about Kennedy and stuff not her" Rose said.

"Oh 1879, she's had about, six attempts on her life" The Doctor replied.

"Do you think someone's going to try here?" Peter asked.

"Maybe, it's certainly a remote enough place" The Doctor said.

"Cold enough too" Rose said, shivering in the cold wind.

"Oh here take this" Peter offered as took off his jacket and handed it to her.

"Are sure? What about you?" She asked, noticing Peter was now left in his shirt.

"High temperature remember, I'm fine" He said with a shrug as Rose remembered how warm his skin was thanks to his wolf side. "In fact I'm feeling a lot more charged than normal, must be a full moon tonight" He added casually.

"What difference does that make? Does it affect you? Like in legends and stuff?" Rose asked.
"Well, you remember I said I don't go around howling at the moon?" He asked. Rose nodded whilst the Doctor looked as if he already knew what Peter was talking about. "It still has a slight affect on me, not like in the stories humans tell, but on a full moon I don't get tired at all, I don't think I've ever slept on one, as well as my abilities and strength sharpening up" Peter explained. "You should see how tired I get on a new moon, can't stay awake for anything" He added.

"How'd you find all this out?" Rose asked. Peter shrugged.

"Instinct, trial and error, stories and legends and I have met a few other wolves before, one's like me" He replied.

"Really? Where? Are they human?" Rose asked.

"Well I guess so, they're Earth born but there's little difference between them and me, they're all over the place, I met a girl like me in Virginia, then a guy in Thailand when I was travelling on my gap year I took after school" Peter replied.

"Wolves are just as universal as humans are, they come in all shapes and sizes, some are linked to species like Saiyans or are just born among others like humans" The Doctor explained.

"Queen Victoria mentioned stories of wolves being told around here?" Rose said.
"Oh that, probably nothing, normal Earth wolves at most" Peter dismissed. "Wouldn't you agree Doctor?" He asked.

"I'd say so, the Victorian Era's full of superstition and spooky tales" He replied. "And I'll tell you something else, we just met Queen Victoria!" He said with a wide grin.

"I know!" Rose said excitedly.

"What a laugh!" The Doctor said.
"She was just sitting there!" Peter said.
"Like a stamp" The Doctor said.

"I want her to say, we are not amused" Rose said, saying the last part in a mock answer. "I bet you five quid I can make her say it?" She challenged.

"Well if I gambled on that I'd be an abuse of my privilege as a traveller of time" The Doctor told her.

"Ten quid?" Peter offered.

"Done" The Doctor replied.