Chapter One

Unstable, the TARDIS landed upon unknown territory. A man with a plain leather jacket and a green shirt scrutinised the screen in front of him. At least he wasn't stuck in the Time Vortex.

The scenery from outside didn't look at bad or even threatening. It just had an aura, which an everyday creature would not be able to describe on the spot. Suspicious.

The simple truth of the matter is this place was definitely not normal.

He hesitated for a slight second. Like he was actually going to weigh up all of his options! But after a short huff of his breath, he set off walking in strides towards the TARDIS door.

The door gave a slight wheeze before he stepped foot upon foreign ground.

The thrill of a great adventure. If only he was feeling so much better inside. The regeneration sequence was taking a toll on his health. It was only a mere hours ago since his last body died of old age.

He needed help and fast. But not of a Doctor, but simply to take away the guilt and loneliness that he has for his own race.

The Time War. The battle between the Timelords and Daleks. If only he was able to help them when he could. In his own way, he thought that it was his own fault for the destruction of his kind.

With a slight shake in his step, he focuses upon the wide allotment of houses that is presented though his vision. Perfect he thought, the houses are far too real.

Suddenly, speakers in the background started up and choked: 'It's a small world after all… It's a small world after all… it's a small world after all…'

Silence.

He paced slowly in the empty streets, trying to identify whether there would be any life forms around. He couldn't anything. Until out of the blue, after many attempts with the sonic screwdriver, a tapping sound came from behind him.

It was only light, but from the repetition he understood that it was heading his way.

The tapping sound became louder and louder. TAP…TAP… TAP

Then it stopped all together.

A loud voice then startled him as it came from the back of where he was standing.

"If I were you mate, I would get out of here!" She shouted. The girl only looked like she was sixteen years old, but from the clothes that she was wearing, it made her look older. She had an army jacket, where underneath you could see a grey shirt, accompanied by heavy trousers and boots.

"Hey!" He called to her. "What's happening? Where is everybody?"

"Run, mate!" As she slung a bag over her head. "Don't look back, just run!" She shouted, as she looked back at him and carried on in her own direction.

This time he obeyed. He scrambled to where she was heading, but from her pace he could tell that she won't be stopping for a while.