Ace was running. Her heart was pounding and blood was pumping around her body at an incredible speed, almost as fast as she was running. The reason she was running was because an alien known as a Zygon was chasing her down and if it caught up with her, it would destroy her. Ace was in a great big warehouse, where the Zygon and its fellow comrades had taken up a base. Their plan was to colonise the Earth, but Ace and her friend the Doctor had put a stop to that. The Doctor had rigged their spaceship, which was buried underneath the warehouse, to self destruct in less than 60 seconds. That was another reason why Ace was running, trying to not get blown up. She turned a corner, and yes, the exit stood only 15 feet away. Ace suddenly had another great burst of energy and bolted for the door with the Zygon right behind her. The sirens of the spaceship echoed around the warehouse, deafening the Ace and slowing the Zygon. This was her chance, Ace dashed out of the exit and into the cool fresh air of the outside. She couldn't stop for a breather though, she needed to get out of the blast radius. She jumped forward, out of the warehouse's car park and over a fence before leaping onto the other side of the road, just in time. A great boom came from behind her as a mushroom cloud explosion engulfed the building and rocket into the sky. Ace turned to see the fiery remnants of the warehouse, but only to see a great pit of smoke and ash. Breathing a sigh of relief, she began to walk down the road just as cars pulled over to see the destruction. Ace turned a corner and standing at the end of the road was the TARDIS, the blue police box time machine that belonged to the Doctor. She smiled, now knowing that he had got out alright, and waddled over to it, clicking open its doors and stepping inside of the gleaming control room. But when Ace shut the doors, she realised this wasn't the normal control room she knew, it wasn't gleaming white with a button filled console in the middle. This one was grey and metallic, with three levels and a console that spiralled into the ceiling. And another thing, inside wasn't the Doctor she knew to. Not the question marked, umbrella crazy, devious little Doctor that she had come to trust and love. Instead, staring at her in shock was a man with massive grey hair, wrinkles, a red velvet jacket, black waistcoat and leather shoes. He kept staring at her, not blinking, while Ace did the same. "What?" The old man trailed in his Scottish accent,
"Who are you?" Ace questioned, confused.
"What!?" He said again in a higher tone,
"Where's the Professor?"
"WHAT!?"
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