Farringham England – 1913
Martha watched 'John Smith' flirt with Matron Redfern. Not for the first time, she wondered why she, a highly educated, twenty first century woman was putting up with being treated like crap by her so-called 'friend'.
Of all the places in time and space he could have chosen, why did he pick this one, she thought bitterly. Didn't he know how hard it would be for me to live in these times? He couldn't have picked an era where I wouldn't have had to face racism every day? Or if he wanted Edwardian England so badly, couldn't he at least have picked a more enlightened place than this? You want to live a normal human life with Nurse Bigot, go right ahead, she thought. I'm out of here.
Standing up, she threw down her scrub brush and called out, "Jenny, you've been a great friend to me and deserve so much better than to be a servant, and Tim, you're the only student who didn't act as if I were sub-human because I'm from 'London', so come with me. And Tim, grab that pocket watch off Professor Smith's table while you're at it."
Puzzled, Jenny and Tim followed Martha to the TARDIS. Ignoring their astonishment, she powered up the Time Rotor and set the coordinates for Tahiti.