The Doctor handed Nyssa the psychic paper.

It was in a brown wallet, much like the Earth wallets where they had a clear sheet in front of one compartment, which showed a plain piece of paper.

"What's this, Doctor?" Nyssa asked inquisitively.

"It's psychic paper. I've never had a use for it before now, and forgot it was in my coat pocket," The Doctor replied, and flipped a button on the console.

Nyssa looked at the piece of paper.

Where there was a blank piece of paper when the Doctor handed it to her, now it displayed a message. It gave a set of numbers, a date and time, and finished off with the message "See you soon Sweetie".

"Somebody sent you a message with the mind, to a piece of paper?" Nyssa asked, curious as to how a message could appear on a piece of parchment.

"Yes, it's not unheard of. Not often used- whoever sent the message used some great technology to get in touch with me," The Doctor said, now typing in the numbers that were on the paper into the TARDIS console. Clearly they were the exact co-ordinates that he needed.

"Who sent the message?" Nyssa asked, handing the piece of paper back to the Doctor. The Doctor refused to take it.

"Keep it, we may need it. Or more specifically you might. I've never had any trouble getting anywhere," The Doctor replied.

"Who sent the message?" Nyssa asked again.

The Doctor looked right at her.

"I'm unsure. Seems to know who I am though, to find me and given they signed it 'Sweetie', implies that I should know who it is," The Doctor said.

"You don't know do you?" Nyssa asked.

"Not a clue," The Doctor replied quickly, "Possibly somebody I have met, maybe somebody in my future."

Nyssa paused. Almost all her adventures with the Doctor so far had started off innocently with a visit to points of interest, and in all cases they had ended with disaster. Alarm bells were ringing in her head that this situation falls under the "impending disaster" category.

"You don't think it could be a trap?" Nyssa said reluctantly.

"A Trap? Only one way to find out!" The Doctor said and the TARDIS stopped.

"Ah, here we are Nyssa. Welcome to the Alfava galaxy," The Doctor said and pulled the big red lever on the console to open the doors.

Nyssa stepped out of the TARDIS onto a platform floating in space. A giant ship was docked here and a queue of people were walking on to the ship. Some restaurants were nearby, every seat taken from what she could tell.

"Doctor, do you think we are under dressed at all?" Nyssa said, looking at her usual brown outfit and the Doctor in his cricket gear. The people walking on the ship were dressed very formally, and she could make out many different species. This was a clearly a high profile event.

"Nonsense! Come along. Best find out who sent me this message," The Doctor said and took Nyssa's hand and they walked up to the raise platform where the ship was docked. She took a quick glance at the TARDIS. The bright blue box was stood in the middle of the 'street' , for a lack of a better word, and people seemed to ignore the fact that it was there. Nyssa assumed that in the 51st century, nothing was considered unusual anymore.

They both walked up the raised platform heading into the heart of the ship, when they were stopped by a security guard by the entrance.

"Tickets please," The security guard said. It was not a question, it was a fact.

The Doctor handed the security guard the psychic paper.

"As you can see, we have been invited-" The Doctor started but was stopped the security guard who handed the psychic paper back.

"Psychic paper will not work. I've had basic training in psychic paper. Tickets please," The security guard said again.

Nyssa looked at the Doctor, who had suddenly had an idea.

"Do you not know who this is?" He shouted at the security guard and pointing at Nyssa, who had jumped when the Doctor had shouted.

"Should I?" The security guard said.

"This is Princess Nyssa of Traken! You should show her some respect!" The Doctor said again and prodded the security guard in the chest.

"Of where?" The guard said, his face remaining impassive.

"Traken! Have you not heard of Traken?" The Doctor said, a bit more sadly as he was hoping the security guard had heard of the planet.

"I think you better leave. Please leave before I call more security," The guard said and shuffled them away but he was stopped by another gentleman from behind him. A smart man, wearing a tuxedo. He had glasses and his hair was jet black and greased back.

"They are here as my guests. Allow them through," the man said and introduced himself as Doctor Cruces.

"I must say that it is a pleasure to finally meet somebody from Traken," Dr Cruces said and kissed Nyssa hand.

"I'm the Doctor, this is Nyssa. So you heard of Traken then?" The Doctor asked.

"Of course! I'm a historian and I must say somebody from Traken would greatly add to the atmosphere tonight. To think, somebody from a planet, a thousand of years dead! I will have to announce you to the room before the display of the Angel," Dr Cruces said excitedly.

"I'm not really an object Dr Cruces for people to look at," Nyssa said objectively, disliking this man less and less every minute.

The Doctor ignored this. He was too preoccupied by what Dr Cruces had just said.

"Angel? What Angel?" The Doctor said sternly. Nyssa had not seen him look like this before. His face showed total fear, and anger was building within him.

"You heard of the legend of the Weeping Angels?" Dr Cruces said, not registering the look on the Doctor's face.

"They're not a legend," The Doctor said automatically.

"Exactly. And I've caught one- alive," Dr Cruces said and beamed.