The world blurred back into focus, the sky being the first thing the Garafaxion that came into focus. Then a square face with brown floppy hair, then and a round face with red locks surrounding it cut off the view of the sky.

"Well, you have been busy, haven't you?" The male smirked.

The Garafaxion sat up quickly, his blood rushing to his head. "What...I..."

"You must have hit your head something hard when you fell off that rock you were using as a pedestal." A fast, sharp female voice said.

The pulled him up to his feet. "What were you thinking?" The man in the strange attire demanded. "This is a level five planet. A protected, level five, civilized planet, most defiantly," he pointed at the female next to him. "Inhabited."

Orange eyes snorted, pulling his arm out of the floppy haired man's grip. "Protected. I don't see anyone here protecting it."

The dark haired man stepped close to the Garafax, darkness filling the light orbs. "Hello, I'm the Doctor."

The Garafaxion's eyes widened, staring at him. This bumbling, funny, bow-tie wearing man was the On-Coming Storm, the protector of worlds...

"No! I was doing this For Garafax! We must not just survive, we will dominate!" The man yelled.

"You really think your people will congratulate you for this? That they were going to welcome you with open arms after committing genocide that is explicitly against your laws?" The Doctor questioned.

"If I had succeeded, they would have loved me. I would be a hero." He darkly replied.

"At what cost though?" The girl questioned.

"What right do you have to question me, girl?" He remarked.

"The authorities of being a member of this planet, same right as you have on yours. Hannah, by the way, indigenous species of this planet, since you didn't care to ask." Hannah said stepping forward, arms crossed.

The Doctor turned, pointing an approving finger at her with a smile, then back at the alien. "She's with me." He proudly stated. Now, your choice, run, and be taken down by your own race, a brutal end, or come with me, and I will deliver you to the Shadow Proclamation." He glanced back at Hannah. "Oh, that's the universe police I told you about." Hand simply threw a nod his way.

"No! I will not go to the Shadow Proclamation! My people will welcome me back as a hero!" He exclaimed turning to run.

"They really won't, you know, don't try it." The Doctor implored, running a few steps and getting a grip on his arm.

The man shoved the Doctor roughly away, causing him to stumble back. "You know nothing!" The man produced a small device no bigger than a remote.

"No, don't!" The Doctor tried, springing forward toward the remote. Before he could reach him, the alien pressed a button, and in a small flash, was gone.

"Where did he go?" Hannah asked, coming up behind the Doctor.

"To his ship, he's leaving." He said, his eyes widened in horror.

"That's a good thing, right? He's gone." She said, glancing up at the sky.

"No...this is very very very bad. Very extremely not good." He said, pulling a hand through his hair.

"What?" Hannah tried again, following the Doctor as he paced this way and that.

"I told him, I warned him. YOU heard me, I gave him that choice. Oh, the TARDIS is too far away, I can't get to him." He pointed the sonic at the sky again. This time it began to beep and wail, something was throwing it out of whack.

"What's wrong with the sonic?" Hannah asked, peaking over his shoulder.

"Uuuuuhhh, ships. A lot of ships all coming down...right on top of-" a blast in the upper atmosphere sending a blast of smoke down through Stonehenge, knocking the two off their feet and onto the unforgiving ground beneath them.

The Doctor sat up, the smoke clearing around him as he coughed the invasive smoke from his lungs. "H-Hannah!" he yelled, clearing his eyes of debris. He looked over to see her laying on her stomach. "Hannah!" He said, quickly crawling to make up the distance between them. "Oh no, not today, Hannah!" He said, looking at her. She was breathing but why was her body shaking so much?

His question was answered when he rolled her over and she was laughing. "I-I have never... Never ever, experienced something like that in. My. Life. That was sorta...amazing!" She laughed, jumping to her feet and brushing herself off. "Seriously though, what was that!?" She stopped, her eye sight fell on the Doctor who was just now slowly bringing himself up from the ground. "Doctor?"

"I, I gave him the choice, I told him not to..." He looked over at her, seeing the confusion in his eyes. "I warned him that his people would not let him get away. When one Garafaxion is in trouble, i-it reflects on every single Garafaxion out there. He, he must have known that..." He said, roaming around the circle.

Hannah finally intercepted his pacing, putting a hand on his chest. "Doctor that was his choice. You gave him a choice, and he chose to try and leave. You can save planets, but, sometimes you can't change culture, no matter what you do." She said, looking up at him with determination in her eyes.

Finally, the Doctor looked down at the girl underneath his chin. He still felt guilty for it, but maybe, just maybe this life wasn't on his hands this time. He knew Hannah believed it, and maybe that was good enough for him too.

He flashed a smile down at the blue eyed girl.

Finally she pushed back from him. "Come on. It's going to be interesting to hear what the bus driver is going to say about what you did to his bus." She said with a smirk.

The Doctor's mouth opened, as he let out a long oh. "Ye-yeah, that is probably mostly my fault isn't it..."

"Mostly?" She scoffed, an eyebrow shooting up.

"Well... You helped so-" The Doctor attempted.

"Oooooh no no no, you tore that panel apart, you're taking the blame." Hannah emphasized with a poke to his chest.

"Righty ho then." He said with a sigh. The two walked back to the car park, away from Stonehenge for the final time.

It was easy to hear the bus driver when they approached. "My bus!" He fumed, coming out of the doors with a hand full of wires. "WHO DID THIS!?"

Hannah nudged the Doctor's shoulder and he walked forward slowly. Hannah waited for the apology or at least admittance. Instead the question was replied with:

"Well, must have been that weird earth quake thingy, but no worries!" He threw an innocent look back at Hannah who was shaking her head, eyebrow lifted and an amused smile pulled across her teeth. "Along with my...expertise on touring, I'm also a mechanic." He said, taking the armful of wires from the driver. "Right then, Geronimo." He clamored, taking a courageous step into the bus.