Chapter 1
"Where next then, Donna?" The Doctor flung his long brown coat onto the railing of the TARDIS as he ran inside, still beaming from the encounter he had just had with a certain Sarah Jane Smith.
"Surprise me, Spaceman." Donna called. "And just to warn you, Wales doesn't count as a surprise, not after our tenth visit to Cardiff."
"Hey, ten's a good number." the Doctor shouted back over the familiar noise that the TARDIS made as it travelled.
"Yeah, well so's one, yet we still ended up there the other nine times." The Doctor laughed, and Donna raised her eyebrows. "Got nothing else to say, Doctor? That's because you know it's true."
"Hey, it's not my fault that my spaceship seems to favour Wales-"
A crackling sound, much like interference on a television or radio, made the Doctor cut his sentence short and look around.
"Have you been messing with the controls again?" he asked Donna.
"Oi. I don't mess with anything, Spaceman." She pretended to take offence, but for once the Doctor didn't have a snappy comeback.
"No, no, no, but this...it shouldn't be making this noise...i only just re-tuned the trans-dimentional wavelength capacitor and wavered the hyper-optimum indication gauge." He began to press buttons and dial levers surrounding the main screen of the TARDIS, attempting to fix the problem, but it was to no avail.
"Doctor-I'm sure its nothing." Donna said as she wandered over to the console, and leant against it.
"Nothing is ever nothing, Donna, surely you should know that by now. Everything is something-Oh!" The Doctor shouted triumphantly as a faint shape could be made out from the static on the screen. "Now if we just fine-tune this..." He pressed a couple more buttons, which resulted in the TARDIS screen displaying the outline of a man, one with greyish hair, glasses, and whom was wearing a yellow suit, from what the Doctor could see.
"Donna? Do you know this man?" She peered over his shoulder to take a closer look.
"No-although I tell you what, my gramps might. He hangs around with a couple of odd fellows, although blimey, that suit! He must stand out in a crowd or two!"
"Ahem." The man on the screen coughed once, very loudly. Almost all the static which had surrounded him was gone now, and the Doctor and Donna could see him as clear as day.
"I do know Wilfred Mott, although he does not know me." The two time-travellers exchanged glances. "Just the same way as I know you-Doctor-and of course Miss Donna Noble. It's a pleasure to see you both at last."
"Who the hell are you?" Donna blurted out. "How do you know me-or my grandad for that matter?"
"Manners, child, manners. I am Mr Tiny. First name, Desmond. Although you can call me Des." He chuckled, as though laughing at a joke which only he had heard. "I simply have a message for you both." He reeled off a string of numbers, which the Doctor quickly wrote down, as Donna gave him a puzzled look.
"What sort of a message is that?"
"They're co-ordinates." Desmond Tiny began to clap, slowly.
"Oh, aren't you a clever boy. Now scram, you know where to go." As soon as he finished his sentence, the screen faded to black. Seconds passed, in which the two of them stood motionless, watching the screen as if the strange man would re-appear at any moment, then suddenly the Doctor snapped into action, punching in the coordinates and spinning various controls.
"We aren't seriously going to do what he said, right?"
"Of course we are! What are we waiting for? Allons-y!"