"We are in…..Lets see…." The Doctor looked from the screen on his left to the screen on his right with a puzzling look on his face. "It can't be.." He said, looking back and forth between the screens. "What is it? Where are we??" Donna spoke, an excited sound in her voice. "We're…We're in…..Camelot!" he looked at Donna. "Camelot? Is this a joke? It doesn't exist!" She looked at the screen, she didn't understand the strange shapes on the screen but she thought she would try. "Well obviously….It does, or it did… shall we say." He looked up, shocked, but this quickly turned into a cheeky smile "Come on then… lets go!" He ran to his coat Donna stood where she was. "Doctor" she said, although he was rambling on about 'the good old days' "Doctor" she continued, now he was talking about old legends, about how excited he was "DOCTOR!" She shouted, he turned around, just outside the door. "What?" he looked at her like a lost puppy. "We can't just walk out there… You know…in normal clothes" he looked at her, then realisation hit him hard. "Ohhhhh… yes… I guess you are right about that, go on then, get changed" he pointed towards the passageway, the TARDIS conveniently moving the dressing room close to the doorway. "What about you?" she asked, starting to walk towards the room. "Oh, you know me, I can pass as anything!" they both smiled and Donna went to get changed.
"There have been sightings of a strange beast in the neighbouring forest. It is suspected to be of magic father." Arthur took the goblet of wine to his lips, looking at his father at the other end of the long dinner table. "What do the sightings describe it as" Uther asked, his face showed he was worried. The scar on his forehead crinkling slightly against his wrinkles. "It is said to have a body of a lion, a head of a hawk and a tail of a snake, they suspect it to be a cockatrice. You can understand that I want to hunt it sire, if it approached Camelot the results could be fatal." He added, looking at his plate of food, Gwen might have made some part of the dish and that made him smile. "I understand fully, when will you leave?" Uther took a sip from his own goblet; he didn't get the same enjoyment of wondering where the food came from as he son did. "Tomorrow at sunrise. The horses are already prepared." Arthur didn't really want to go, but realised it had to be done. Not seeing Guinevere for a day was torture, let alone a week. Arthur stood up "If you will excuse me father, I must go and get ready for tomorrow" Uther nodded as Arthur turned to leave, he wasn't really going to pack- Merlin could do that, but Merlin couldn't say goodbye to Gwinevere.