"A few more radishes if you please Hannah!" called the voice of Mr Merrywether, the master of the house. Hannah was a maid in the local tavern, Ye Olde Bad Wolfe. She idly stood up and walked through the low doorway to the back lot, carrying a bucket as she walked. Her hands were sore from peeling potatoes and the blisters on her foot from walking to market that morning were causing her excruciating amounts of pain.

Hannah was a young girl, just come of age, and had travelled from Doncaster to get work in London Town at the beginning of the year. 1864. Untold riches awaited her, or so she had thought. As it happened she was stuck working as a servant for the greedy owner of the local drinking hole.

She was short, with long brown hair, and bright blue eyes that flashed a brilliance, showing there was more to her than just a simple servant.

She dumped the bucket on the ground and began sorting through the radishes in the case beside her. Mr Merrywether would want the big, juicy ones, not the small ones that lay on the top. There was no way of doing this without getting her hands dirty. She rolled up her sleeves and delved her hands into the barrel.

Suddenly she heard the oddest sound, it made her jump, spilling radishes everywhere.

"Oh No!" She cried, "Stupid noise!"

Then it sounded again, this time closer. It sounded as if a cat was being dragged down a piano string. What could be making such a sound?

But no sooner had she wondered, than a large blue box appeared in front of her from thin air. At first she thought she might be hallucinating, maybe she was allergic to radishes or something. But then a tall man with floppy brown hair poked his head out of the box.

He was around six foot, and his hair flopped down his head like it was a wig that didn't quite fit. He wore a long, dark brown coat. which was worn at the bottom, possibly the result of an awful lot of running. Underneath he had a pair of dark striped trousers in a grey colour, a black waistcoat and a royal green cravat. Poking out from beneath the long coat was the tips of a purple smoking jacket, left open so it was barely showing. The Man looked at Hannah, eyeing her through his spectacles.

"Ooh." He said, with a puzzled expression "You're not Marilyn Monroe... are you?"

Hannah blinked...

"Oh dear me, I've done it again, i always press 5 instead of 2, big fingers you see"

He grinned and wiggled his fingers. Hannah sat down on the barrel of radishes, not sure what to say.

"Mind you..." Said the Man "If I'm right, and I usually am... There do seem to be rather strong alien signs coming from this area in time and space. Hmm, thats unusual"

He pulled out a stick of metal with a blue light on it, pressed a button and the light lit up, it was accompanied by a strange buzzing sound.

"Strange... sonic screwdriver can't pick up anything, but theres a definite none human smell around this place." The Man looked at his rist, there was no watch, but he grinned anyway and said cheerfully, "I've got time, care to show me around miss, err?? What was your name again?"

Hannah eyed the man carefully, standing up slowly, "I'm Hannah Sir."

"Hannah! Nice! I had a pet cat called Hannah once, ooh, long time ago. Turned out to be a male in the end... Yeah. What year is this Hannah?"

She paused, before saying slowly, "1864 sir"

The Man grinned "Ooh 1869, good year, good wine that year, not that i drink myself, nothing but tea for this old body. I'm The Doctor by the way, pleased to meet you Hannah"

He put out his hand for her to shake, she did so slowly, and carefully.

"Don't worry, i won't bite." He said smiling warmly

She shook his hand and smiled, he seemed like a nice man.

"It's not that Sir, it's just-" She started, but The Doctor Interrupted.

"Oh please don't call me Sir. Sorry, Go on..."

She smiled again, and continued "I'm a servant, I'm not used to being treated nicely, and offered to shake hands with someone in a higher class."

The Doctor laughed to himself quietly, "Hannah, I'm not in any class, and I'm certainly not your boss, so enough of the Sir. Just think of me as a mate eh? Now how about that tour..."

The was a loud crash and a hole appeared in the wal of the Tavern. Where the bricks once stood there was a small man, with a trunk in place of his nose and horns. He looked like a cross between an elephant and a troll.

"No?! No way?! Hannah, I think we better run, not to seem forward but take my hand!"

She grabbed The doctor's hand and they ran through the door away from the strange creature. Hannah's mind spinning.