1. Same Place, Same Time
The Doctor and Rose stepped out of the TARDIS, looking around the quiet village.
"Well, doesn't look too bad. Bit chilly though." said Rose, pulling her coat over herself.
"Nonsense. The ice-caps of Arc 5 are far colder than this! Almost lost my finger there once. And it was my favourite one...Come on, let's go take a look around."
The Doctor stepped out of the TARDIS, looking around the quiet village, wondering why Amy would want to miss out on this to go to Eurovision 1974 to meet ABBA. Shaking his head, he walked down the road.
He could hear raised voices around the corner and saw a long table going down the street, lined with people sitting at chairs and chatting. There were some children running around as well. There were some droids serving refreshments.
The banner said, "Cwmtaff: Friends from Beneath 3020."
The Doctor furrowed his brow. Where had he heard that name before? He pushed it out of his mind for the moment and approached a middle-aged man, drinking tea at the table.
"Hello! I'm from the National Festivals Committee," said the Doctor, pulling out the psychic paper and letting him read it over. "Every festival that is held must be recorded. Would you mind telling me what this one is, please?"
The man, still looking confused, said, "Well...this is the Festival of Friends from Beneath. You see, 1000 years ago, these horrible beasts attacked. But then a man came, a doctor, and he sent them back into the Earth but he said they will appear in 1000 years and be our friends. This is the date that was prophesised. Now, we just have to wait."
The Doctor suddenly realised where he had hear the name before and a big smile spread across his face.
"Thank you. You've been extremely helpful."
The Doctor then ran off, leaving the man to his tea.
"Friends from Beneath 3020. What does that mean?" asked Rose, reading aloud from the banner.
"Don't know. We'd better find out. Look, there's someone who could help."
The Doctor and Rose walked up to the man with the tea and before the Doctor could begin speaking, the man said, "Are you from the National Festivals Committee."
"Um...yes. Yes, we are." stuttered the Doctor, showing the psychic paper.
"I've already told one of your people the details about all this."
"Oh. Really? Oh...that wasn't good. You see, we've been on this rouge agent's trail for a long time and...you had better tell me exactly what you told him."
The man retold what he had said not long ago and the Doctor said, "Right. What way did he go?"
The man pointed and the Doctor and Rose, setting off in that direction.
"Festivals Commitee?" asked Rose, as they walked away.
"Him. Not me." replied the Doctor.
Next time:
The Doctor was about to enter the village hall, when he heard two voices, so instinctively, he waited outside and listened in on the conversation.
"...need a prophecy?"
"I dunno. Maybe it's been a while and the facts got a bit distorted. Like Jesus or something."
The Doctor recognised that voice. It couldn't be, could it?
"Maybe. But the question is, Rose, and always is, why?"
It was. Excitement overtaking his instincts, he charged into the village hall, gasping, "Rose?"
The Doctor and Rose turned around to stare at the stranger and Rose said, "What? How d'you know my name?"
Ah, thought the Doctor. Maybe he shouldn't have have barged in after all.
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