"Doctor, please I am begging you, look at me; I am literally on my knees please just do me this one favor." The husky voiced man pleads with him.
"And Tom what would I get out of this huh? This situation simply does not affect me therefore I have no interest in helping you." The doctor replies coldly.
"You heartless bastard." Tom mumbles to himself.
"What?"
"Nothing." Tom replies sharply
"I thought so; now if you don't mind please leave me to finish my lovely game of Sputnik in peace." Tom gets off his knees and stares the Doctor piercingly in the eyes.
"Ever heard the saying if looks could kill, well Tommy boy if that was true I'd be dead." The Doctor says whimsically as if he was not destroying Tom's last hope of saving his daughters' life.
"What are you waiting for the door is in that direction, did you forget?" He asks sarcastically, Tom just shakes his head, says,
"Thanks for nothing." And leaves.
"No problem!" The doctor throws out behind him. After a long lingering silence he exclaims.
"Aish! Why would he ask me something like that?" The doctor throws the Sputnik figurine to the ground and rocks back into his dome shaped gunmetal gray recliner.
He lets out and exasperated sigh.
"I guess I have no choice." The Doctor pushes himself out of his recliner his hands in the air a sign of defeat.
"Why must they take advantage of my saintly nature?" He asks himself.
"What year did he say again," he continues as he walks toward his TARDIS
"was it twenty, twenty three, that is quite a long time ago why is he only asking me this now?"
"Well doctor I have only found out about you. Remember?" Tom answer his question.
"Oh yes that's right, anyway goodbye." He says entering the ship, he sits in the sliver stained chrome seat and straps himself in.
"I thought he had left already." The Doctor says only just noticing Toms' reappearance;
he enters the year and location and flicks down the ignition button and hyperdrive. Buuuuu buuuuu buuuuu the ship makes as it blast on into time and space
"I wonder what tom's daughter looks like." He questions.
"God-forbid she looks like him…actually" he ponders over it for a second. "God-forbid she act like him, his grotesque way of arguing with every other word you say."
the doctor's spacecraft sounds as it lands two thousand and twenty years in the past.
"Ah!" the doctor exclaims as the metal door lifts open. "The sweet smell of the year twenty, twenty three thousand and…..what is that?" he sticks his nose out.
"Rotting corpse quite possibly." He shakes himself to get the smell out of his system.
"Hmmm now where would I be if I was Tom's daughter, hmmmm he told me where she worked." He tapped his forehead trying to remember.
"Ah yes! The Berry's on fifty-Seventh Street…Now where exactly is that." He looks around aimlessly trying to find out where exactly in the city of Nevil Clerk he was. A tall, dark stranger walked past him wearing a dark gray Altrose coat the collars covering half his face and the strangers top hat covering the rest of his face.
"He seems shady, not exactly my first opinion but..." The doctor runs after him shouting.
"Excuse me good sir would you mind…" stopped in the middle of his question.
" if you don't want to get hurt, I suggest you leave me alone." The stranger man says darkly in his cold raspy voice.
" Well aren't you just a ray of sunshine." The doctor mutters to himself as the stranger walks off.
Completely lost he walks of in the opposite direction of the stranger and hopes for the best.
"Maybe I can find someone of actually use. Oh I wonder if those two men would be able to help." He walks up them and says
"Well hello there gentlemen I was wondering could you point me in the direction of fifty-seventh." Both men look utterly confused, both giving the doctor these incredulous looks. They obviously take way to many steroids,
"I wonder if this was a good idea." the doctor thinks, now regretting his decision to come over here.
"Whose the pip squeak?" one of the meat heads ask scratching his bulbous round head.
" I beg your pardon, who are you calling pipsqueak? You overgrown troll." The doctor completely offended by such an insult, momentarily forgets that these two overgrown trolls are thrice his size and their biceps are the size of his head.
"What did you say…pipsqueak!"
"Oh you heard you bulbous creature!" The doctor throws back at them.
"That's it come here!" The trolls grab him by the arm and lift him about seven inches off the ground matching their height.
"Oh I'm so scared what are you going to do to me huh? Eat me? Personally I think you guys should lay off the cannibalism, it will go straight to you great big heads."