Part 1: Welcome Party

The TARDIS rumbled and shook as it flew through the time vortex. Faith clutched onto the handles for dear life, unable to believe what was happening. "The Pseptive. A 3D theatre, literally. A historian plugs their mind into a processor and it creates the images and makes them real. Why pay someone to play Shakespeare when you can have Shakespeare himself?" the Doctor said, standing away from the controls. "It's a legendary step forward for entertainment technology. Then again, it was disastrous for actors, agents, television..." he rambled, staring blankly at the roof. "Are we actually going in there?" asked Faith, who was cautiously letting to of the handrail. "I'm a friend of the ow-" the Doctor began, but he was swept back when the TARDIS continued shaking. "Basic Teleportation Not Permitted? Basic?!" the Doctor said, reading aloud from the screen. He turned to the wall controls, tapping furiously into the keyboard. "I'll just override the Beta field with a Gamma-Epsilon blast and...BINGO!" he said triumphantly, his arms raised in a victory stance. "We're in!"

When the duo exited the TARDIS, all Faith could see was a vast white landscape. In the distance, there was a faint line, presumably where the wall met the floor. The TARDIS looked odd, a square of blue against the vast, plain white. "Is this it?" she asked to the Doctor, who was busy locking the TARDIS. "Yes, this is it!" he replied indignantly. "I'll have you know that this is the-" he said, before a black shape opened on the far wall. Squinting, Faith could make out three shapes, like bodies, getting closer.

"Dougal!" the Doctor said happily, running towards the man in the middle. He was a squat, fat man, no more than 5'3 yet he easily made up for in weight. He had short, jet black hair, which didn't disguise the fact that he was balding.

"Stand down, Ross. You too, Cormac," he said, as the two men around him put their assault rifles down. "Doctor, you could have just landed in the Dickens area and walked over, rather than disable our forcefield. Have it removed!" he added, pointing at the TARDIS.

An hour later, the Doctor and Faith were stood with a group of people watching a reenactment (or, the real thing) of the Battle of Kiev, from the Fourth World War. The battlefield was in ruins, with stumps for walls and buildings. Watching it with them was Dougal and his bodyguards, General Reynolds, who was on 'shore leave' and commenting on the poor tactics displayed by the Russians; Latimer, a professor in history and finally, Arkady and his younger brother Vlad. According to the Doctor, it was normal for small groups in a theatre.

"Isn't it a bit dangerous, having these soldiers shoot so close to civilians?" asked Faith, whispering to the Doctor. "Nah, the Teller controls them. They wouldn't shoot at us," came the whispering reply. Latimer turned around and shushed them, causing them to button it.

"You see, Charles, the Russians didn't account for the android assault coming so early, or they would've defended themselves better," said the leader of the British soldiers. Pressing a button on his watch, he summoned a group of sentries into the room. "Now, the next move is to surround the enemy, cut off the exit and take hostages, wouldn't it, Doctor?" he said menacingly, turning around with the last word to face the Doctor.

He raised his hand and pointed at the Doctor. The sentries raised their rifles and shot at the Doctor.