Walking through the streets of the City it was apparent that The Doctor did not belong; his 1950's Greaser style look was a stark contrast to the Red and Yellow robes worn by the citizens. The Doctor however was unfazed by this, he was instead seeing everything and making a mental note.

Othalla guided him through the streets to a large building in the centre. It was bright white and the oldest building standing, it bore the unmistakable architecture style of early Gallifrey. The Doctor could have wept there and then, it was so eerie being here, it reminded him so much of growing up on Gallifrey. He hadn't regretted running but he had hoped he would be able to go back there one day. But for now it was still lost, from the universe.

"Here it is, our Library, the sum knowledge of Gallifreyan and Aeon history to the current date."

Othalla led the way into the building, inside it was huge, not like the TARDIS, it was just a massive building, books filling every shelf. It was as you would imagine a library to be, quiet and clean, a rounded desk was at the centre of the room where sat the librarian. Othalla walked on towards the history section of the library, bowing slightly to people who stopped and stared at The Doctor as he walked past, he merely smiled and gave a little wave.

The Doctor noticed there was not a single computer terminal in the place, which was going to make his task all the more difficult. 'Could they really be who I think they are? They can't be surely.' These thoughts rolled around in his mind, so much so he wasn't looking where he was walking. Othalla had stopped at the section and was suddenly knocked off her feet by the absent minded Doctor.

"Could you please pay attention to where you are walking." Othalla snapped.

"So sorry, I guess I let my mind wander a little." The Doctor stated this as he helped Othalla to her feet.

Othalla brushed herself off. "I will take my leave now Doctor, enjoy your reading, but please don't stay too long, I'd rather your presence here did not cause anymore problems than it already has. There was a reason we seceded from Gallifrey. Good day."

With that Othalla turned and walked away, The Doctor could have sworn he sensed hostility in her tone and the underlying hint of a threat; however he had too much to focus on to worry about that now. He scanned the books on the shelf looking for the most recent chronicle of this planets History.

Eventually finding the right book he removed it from the shelf and opened it up. It was written in Old High Gallifreyan, luckily a language he could read as it was one the TARDIS wouldn't translate for him. Finding a seat he settled down to read. His eyes darted through the book and over the pages, his eyes widening and thoughts rushing through his head; this was because what he was reading had been banned by Rassilon and wasn't known to him. The history was of Aeon's perspective and it painted Rasssilon as some Time Lords had thought, as a rutheless dictator. Some would never know but The Doctor had, he had seen Rassilon both at the End of the Time War and when the cruel tyrant had tried to destroy all creation to save himself from the fate that would befall him.

According to the history of this world, technology was only part of the answer to their way of life, the rest was the old mysticism that once dominated Gallifrey itself. The people of Aeon had gone down a totally different path to those of the Time Lords. The reason why the Library had no computers was that they never built any. The people of Aeon had more in common with the Sisterhood of Karn than they did with the Time Lords. It seemed to The Doctor that Rassilon's harsh-handedness had alienated not only the Pythia on Gallifrey but many of their Colonies throughout the Empire.

It was then though that The Doctor's suspicions were slightly corroborated. He closed the book and replaced it where he had found it. He stood for a moment, staring at nothing in particular, his chest rising slowly; his mind was racing, so many thoughts and scenarios playing through. Quickly he span on the spot and headed in the direction of the exit, he knew he needed to be absolutely sure, although it was looking more and more like he knew exactly what was going on.

Bursting into the street The Doctor quickly got his bearings and went sprinting in the direction of the field and his TARDIS. He didn't dare stop for anything, which caused him to slam into a wall as he turned a street and then to stumble over a basket on the pavement. Brushing himself off he jumped back to his feet. Running through the streets, dodging the occupants as he reached the outskirts and his ever faithful blue box.

Reaching his TARDIS he was out of breath, but in one motion he had taken his key from his pocket and opened the doors. Stepping inside the machine he ran up the ramp and straight to the hexagonal shaped console in the centre and quickly started pressing buttons and flicking levers. He span the screen around to in front of him and just stood aghast at the words flashing there, 'Temporal Energy Detected'.

"It can't be; it shouldn't be."

The Doctor was furiously flicking switches, turning dials, but the reading was always the same. He stepped back from the console and stared at the text on the screen, his hands behind his head. His face was a look of both horror and confusion.

"I should leave, I should leave; I should not be here, this is bad, very bad."

The Doctor repeated this mantra to himself but as usual found himself heading towards the TARDIS doors. Slowly he opened the doors and stepped outside again, this time he found himself face to face with a group of men wearing armour and helmets. From the middle of them came Othalla.

"I warned you Doctor not to stay here. You have been declared an abomination to all we hold dear for that you will be tried, take him into custody and seize his machine."

Quickly The Doctor snapped his fingers and the doors shut before the guards could enter, one of whom smacks his face straight into the door with a bang.

"Yeah not going to happen; my TARDIS my rules." The Doctor stated bluntly.

Othalla snaps her fingers but the doors don't open. He gets right up to the Doctor's face. He stared back at her as his hands are placed behind his back and he is cuffed.

"I demand you open those doors Doctor." Othalla stepped into the Doctor's space.

"Like I said; not going to happen."

The Doctor is then shoved forward in the direction of the City, guards either side of him and Othalla bringing up the rear. She talks to one of the guards who breaks off from the group and heads in another direction. After reaching the city outskirts the group head towards the city centre again, this time a lot more people are gathered on the streets, all watching The Doctor being marched through. Their looks are a mixture of anger, pity, shock and what can only be described as hatred.

Coming into the city centre, the library building ahead of them but The Doctor is wheeled around to another building facing into the centre, this building bares all the hallmarks of a court or a civic building. It would be here were The Doctor would have to make his stand it would seem.