A lone Cyberman patrolled the streets of a faraway planet's capitol. It was early morning, and no one was up yet. A grey torn scarf adorned the neck of this Cyberman and he looked around each corner searching for something. No one that was up seemed to notice him at all. In fact they ignored him. Strange cosplayers strode down the streets every day. Most of the economy was based around that particular hobby. And that's why the Cyberman wore the scarf.
Agent Ichi checking in. No sign of the TARDIS yet.
"AGENT NII CHECKING IN. NOTHING ON MY END EITHER."
"Agent San calling in. I'm drawing a blank. Where could this bastard be?"
"PROBABLY NOT ON THIS PLANET. DUH."
Nii, if I could slap you I would.
"Shut up both of you. You argue like a married couple. Just keep looking and keep all of us posted. Got it?"
"YES MA'AM!"
Of course.