Staggering slightly, checking the strange contraption on his wrist and looking a tad confused, he began to speak.

"I take it I'm not in 23rd century New York? If I am then the times have changed indeed." He spoke with a Scottish accent.

The Doctor waltzed on over to him and immediately began to interrogate him.

"Who are you? Who sent you? How did you get on board the TARDIS, eh? And how did you get your hands on a vortex manipulator?" He demanded gruffly.

The man grinned and then began to explain.

"TARDIS, eh? I thought this was just a myth. The stuff of legend. The name's Alastair, Alastair Mccrimmon. And as for this vortex manipulator.. Marvellous device. Absolutely superb. Ran into a feisty woman when I was on my way to visit my uncle. She gave it to me, quite odd. Never seen anything like it. Then again, her hair was quite odd."

The mention of River brought a smirk to the Doctor's face.

"Mccrimmon, you say? I once had a friend who went by that name.. A long time ago. Would you happen to-" he began, but was cut off.

"I never knew my father.. Only ever saw him once. My childhood was not one you would want to hear.."

"Try me.. I'm the Doctor.. My whole planet's dead.. I'm the last of my kind." He added gruffly.

"Doctor? I've heard quite a bit about you. I had no idea you were still in business."

"And where else would I be?"

"Retirement sound pretty good, wouldn't you say?"

The Doctor chuckled.

"You're definitely from Scotland that's for sure.."

Clara coughed a little to break up the tension.

"Alright, boys. That's enough I think."

The Doctor suddenly remembered Clara.

"Oh! How terribly rude of me! This is Clara! Clara Oswald. My travelling assistant." He beamed proudly.

"How do you do?" Alastair smiled.

"Quite well, yourself?" She smirked.

"Fantastic." He grinned.

As they were talking, a mini explosion from the TARDIS console suddenly occurred.

The Doctor tested out his sarcasm.

"Oh, that's just lovely isn't it! Sarcasm, by the way."

"Should we take a look outside?" Alastair suggested.

"Oi! Don't think you're one of us now! As soon as we get the old girl back up and running I'm taking you straight home!" The Doctor growled.

"Whatever you say chinny." He chuckled.

Clara giggled and followed him to the door.

The Doctor rolled his eyes and adjusted his bowtie before following them outside.

As soon as they stepped outside they were surrounded by aliens. Big, pink, monstrous aliens. A bit like a walking kraken.

The monsters started to advance onto them, the Doctor whipped out his sonic and Alastair pulled out a pistol from it's holster.

"Please tell me you've got a trick up your sleeve, Doctor?" Clara asked, quite worried.