Jonayla was sitting by her mother at the first matrimonial. Proleva's son, Jaradal, was getting mated to Lorala. Since living with her eldest sister, Lanoga and her mate, Lanidar, she had risen considerably in status and was now somewhere in the middle of the ninth cave. This bought her more status because she had risen from the lowest ranked hearth. Her mother was Tremeda who was a useless woman who had almost left her children to die if it hadn't been for Ayla, Jonayla's mother, who, along with Proleva, had organised some nursing mothers to nurse Lorala, saving her life. The baby's father, Laramar made an alcoholic drink called Barma. He didn't care about or love his six children any more than their mother did.
Everyone was happy for the couple and they had gone to chat with their friends when Jonayla heard a whirring sound that was eerie and comforting at the same time. It spoke of home. She looked at her mother and knew that she had heard it too but they had both assumed it was some form of message from the mother when a blue box appeared in the sky and a man fell out.
Immediately the pair ran over to the man. He was fairly tall, not quite Jondalar's (Jonayla's father) six foot six inches but roughly six foot, he had dark brown hair and green eyes. The man was still quite conscious, which was surprising, but moaning and groaning, which was not. The man had free fallen from twenty feet in the air. He was lucky he had landed on a tree first, which had broken the fall before he landed on the grass.
What Jonayla and her mother didn't know, of course was that if he had 'died' he could have just regenerated into his twelfth form but how could they possibly know that they were dealing with a Time lord here rather than a human.