HISTORY LESSON
CHAPTER 1: MARCO POLO
The TARDIS was humming away in the background as The Doctor, draped in his ridiculously long scarf, was sat playing chess with K-9.
"Checkmate, K-9" The Doctor boomed in his eccentric voice, believing to have won the game
"Incorrect, master." K-9 replied to the Time-Lord next to him.
"Incorrect? What do you mean, Incorrect?" The Doctor roared back at the metal dog.
"K-9 is right, you know. He can move his king out of the way." Romana's voice stated as she walked into the console room.
The TARDIS suddenly came to a halt, and the screen came to life, revealing Venice, 1295, and a man The Doctor quickly recognised. He was fast to run to the doors of his ship, calling after his companion.
"Romana, follow me, there's someone I'd like you to meet." He shouted at her, smiling
as the two walked out of the small box, the man seemed to have recognized it.
"I've seen this caravan before" he stated, trying to remember why the ship was familiar, until The Doctor interrupted his thoughts with a conversation.
"Marco! My dear fellow, how wonderful it is to see you again! Jelly baby?"
Confused by this strange person offering what appeared to be sugar covered treats and speaking to him for what appeared to be no reason Marco took a step away.
"Doctor, you're scaring him." Romana informed the eccentric Timelord.
"She said Doctor? So it is the same caravan." Marco commented. "However, Doctor, your face is not the same as when we first met, how so?"
The Doctor knew explaining this aspect of his life to Marco would be impossible, as he questioned almost everything back when The Doctor was in his first incarnation.
"It's rather complicated to explain, my dear fellow" he began to state to his old friend, who was curious about many things, now.
"Your granddaughter was there the last time we met. If your face has changed, maybe hers has, too? Is that her, there" he asked, indicating the blonde-haired lady in the pink frock coat behind The Doctor.
"Oh, not at all. This is my assistant." The Doctor stated lovingly. "Romana, this is Marco Polo, I met him a while back." The Doctor paused for a moment after hearing no response. "Romana?" he called again, to make sure she had not misheard him. However, when The Doctor turned around there was no sign of Romana. She had vanished.
"Oh for crying out loud, I tell her to do as I say; now we'll have to go looking for her, come on Marco." He boomed, but Marco had disappeared without a trace, too. This was truly a puzzling occurrence.
