The Doctor grinned, palming the throttle, and ducked as a lever swung out, now laughing to himself quietly in amusement.
He pushed a button, and tapped out a sequence on some keys—the Tardis jolted, throwing him off balance for a moment. He paused in his nearly frantic efforts to fly it as an alarm sounded.
The words Incoming Message flashed on a monitor before him.
"Oh, what's this now?" he asked himself, frowning.
He hit the button to receive it, saying quietly as the audio feed crackled to life, "Hello?"
"Hi, yes," replied a voice.
"I'm the Doctor," he said. "Who am I speaking to?"
"Yes, of course. I'm an old friend. Please, land, we have much to talk about." The message ended, static crackling in the feedback.
"Wait, what?!" He smacked the side of the monitor, his forehead wrinkling in consternation.
"No, that can't be right. Who could send me a message like this past the security protocols? It would take someone with tremendous power, yeah, isn't that right, Old Girl?" He now addressed the Tardis as if she could reply.
"So! Let's go see who wants to talk to us." He finished his own thought, pausing to crack his knuckles before launching into action.
He pushed a curious sequence of buttons, flicked a switch, and dodged as a lever swung out the other way, bracing for a moment against the edge of the console as the grating, jolting sensation of the landing sequence engaging.
"So, where are we?" He mused aloud, typing rapidly on the keyboard to pull up the landing data.
"Ah…twenty-first century, Christenbury, the English countryside. Wonder who this is that contacted us…."
He headed toward the door, stopping short. "What am I doing? I'm forgetting something….what a I forgetting…?" He thought for a moment, making a face as he did so.
"That's it. I need a banana," he said, turning to open a compartment in the wall, from which he pulled a banana.
"Yes, that's it. Much better," he said, securing it in the front pocket of his jacket.
"It wouldn't do to forget to bring a banana," he said as he approached the doors.
"So then. Allons-y!" He called, flicking the doors open before him.
The sun dappled shade of a flowing stream greeted him, its water winking i the sunlight that filtered down between the tree branches.
"That's noice," he observed, looking about as he walked up the path he was standing on, which ran paralell ot the stream.
He made his way toward a street that crossed it at a low, small bridge.
He pulled his sonic screwdriver from his jacket as he walked, activating it to run a scan.
"No major energy signatures, no major atmospheric or other disturbances. Hmm, curious, since something, something big, definitely got a message directly into the onboard systems." He mused.
"So, the question is, who are you?" He asked himself, scanning the area once more, the sonic's warbling intensifying.
"Who am I?" A voice echoed—the same voice, he realized with a start—from behind some blueberry bushes, around the corner of a fork in the path, a very old, white-haired man appeared.
"I'm the Doctor," he explained, all the while staring curiously at the sonic as it processed the scan results.
"The question is—" The man began
"Wait, wait," The Doctor interrupted with a wave of his hand. "I've got a reading now. And it's coming from you!"