As he entered the house he could here a news report blurting out from the TV about strange sightings and explosions on a field and cursed himself for leaving it on so loud. He tried to take the bandage off and was surprised when his vision was fine and his eyes were normal, so he slipped the fabric into his pocket.

Click "Hey, son. Wondering when would be a good time to come around? That is if we still can, today is still okay? Bye! Oh, yeah, and- PICK UP YOUR PHONE!"

His answering phone blurted out and he immediately recognised the voice. He walked over and picked up the phone and dialled.

"Hello!"

"Hi James. I thought we taught you to answer a phone."

"Oh hi son, how have you been? Oh, thanks for asking dad, I'm fine."

"Sorry. Although we called 6 times, we were about to come over to look for you."

"Yeah well," what the hell do I say? "Something happened."

"What? What could happen for a whole week?"

A WEEK! I'LL KILL HIM! "Not much, just. Well- actually, you wouldn't believe it if I told you."

"Try me."

"Trust me, you wouldn't. Even I think I might have passed out." James pulled the piece of cloth out of his pocket to make sure that he didn't just pass out.

"Go upstairs with the phone."

"What?" Okay, now my own father's gone mad.

"Take the mobile phone to the attic, quickly."

"Fine." James rushed up the stairs as he knew his father had strange ideas that were either strange and pointless, or so strange they were important.

"Go to the back of the attic."

He climbed over mounds of cobweb covered belongings and artefacts from his family. The only person to ever really use this room was his grandmother.

"Put me on speaker phone." He did so. "Voice interface, Operational."

For a moment James thought his dad had gone mad, but suddenly there was a loud hiss and a small panel in the wall opened. "k-9, come out. Oh, yeah. You might want to step back."

James hurried backwards, not taking his eyes off of the scene unfolding before him. There was a loud buzz and steam shot out of the blank panel, forming a small shape. It lit up into a bright light before materializing into the form of what could only be described as a metal dog.

Oh, yeah. k-9, ha. ha.

"Hello Master Luke." The dog's, k-9's, voice was high-pitched and electronic. Mimicking it's robotic gettup.

"k-9, don't let him leave." Luke's voice was clear through the phone and shocked James slightly, the machine turned to face James and a small tube extended from it's nose. Probably a gun.

"What?" James almost shouted down the phone, but like always he had randomly hung up and was probably coming over right now.

Author's Note: I should probably make this a slight crossover between SJA and DW although, i don't think i can now and it is only for a while (until i get bored of it, or i might keep them. Who knows, get it: WHO... I need a cup of tea.)