CHAPTER 4
The Doctor dialed the phone, turning it to speaker. After a few rings, a woman's voice answered, "Hello, Unified Intelligence Taskforce. This is Captain Erisa Magambo."
"Hello, Captain Magambo," said the Doctor, standing in the main console. "It's the Doctor."
"Oh my God!" she gasped. "It's... why... to what do I owe the pleasure?"
"I was wondering if U.N.I.T. might be willing to do me a favor?"
"What kind of favor?" she asked, a little suspiciously.
"I was wondering if you could lend over a lab or something for some friends of mine to use."
"Is that all, Doctor? Of course."
"Well, they might need it for a while," he said.
"How long?"
"Oh, a few months, a year tops."
"Doctor... " she sighed. "I suppose we could manage-"
"And it would have to be a big space," the Doctor interrupted.
"I'm sure I'll regret this, but how big?"
"Enough to house a few dozen people."
"A few dozen!" Captain Magambo exclaimed. "What exactly do you need the space for?"
"It's a long story," said the Doctor. "Basically, my people, the Time Lords, need to rebuild our planet-"
"You're gonna rebuild a planet in a science lab?"
"Kinda. But trust me, they can do it," said the Doctor. "Well? Will you help?"
Captain Magambo sighed audibly. "I suppose."
"Thank you," said the Doctor.
"But there'll need to be a U.N.I.T. Agent overseeing the work."
"Fine, fine," said the Doctor.
"Good," said Captain Magambo. "I'm sure Professor Taylor would love to help." The phone call ended with a sudden change to dial tone.
The Doctor looked up at Romana as the just mentioned name flooded his mind, causing a shiver down his spine. "God help you!"