Clara and Jason had decided to leave the library (despite the protest of the dozens of civilians inside) to retrace their steps to just before the Doctor disappeared. Luckily and to their amazement the soldiers that were patrolling the streets were less than when they had first entered the library. Clara wasn't sure if that was a good sign or bad, but she was going to use it to her advantage.

After running half a dozen blocks and cutting through some backyards Clara and Jason found themselves back in the alleyway they had been in when the Doctor first disappeared. "Alright, what exactly are we looking for?" Jason asked looking around for some sort of clue.

Clara shook her head. "I'm not sure, but there must be something." She went to the exact spot the Doctor had vanished and stood there as though expecting to be transported away herself.

Jason thought back to what the Doctor was saying before he vanished. "What about that thing he was wearing that brought us here in the first place? Maybe it malfunctioned?"

Clara mulled that over. "It's possible. But he wasn't touching it. No, something else took him away."

"Is there no one that we can contact that deals with this sort of stuff?" Jason questioned. "I mean I'm not pretending to be an expert on any of this, but surely there are those that do?"

Clara slapped herself on her forehead. "UNIT!" she exclaimed.

"I'm sorry?" Jason asked.

"Unified Intelligence Taskforce," Clara said in a whisper though it was clear no one was around. "They specialize in anything extraterrestrial. If we can find them I'm sure they can help us find the Doctor," she said. "That's if they're not up to their necks dealing with the alien invasion. Shall we?" Clara then asked.

"Oh sure," Jason replied. He looked at Clara with a look of curiosity. "This is normal for you, isn't it?" She shrugged and then grabbed his hand and left the alleyway once more.

Meanwhile the Ninth Doctor remained under the scurrilous watch of Professor Meteor with no means of escape. His sonic screwdriver and vortex manipulator had been taken away, and the Doctor honestly felt naked without them; well at least without the sonic. "How'd you teleport me anyhow?" the Doctor asked.

"A device of my own making, actually," Professor Meteor replied. He held up what appeared to be a pocket radio. "I've changed this normal pocket radio so that any abnormalities or anomalies that are of a radical proportion, such as yourself, are picked up. I can hear the conversations held by these anomalies, whatever they are, by tuning in. And once I find the right frequency I just push this button." The professor pointed to a pushable blue oval on the side of the radio. "And then they are transported to me unconscious but alive. Rather ingenious, if I do say so myself."

"A little too ingenious, even for a professor from Cambridge," the Doctor replied.

"Well I will admit that there are those of higher intelligence than myself whom are perfectly willing to help orchestrate such a device, especially when they heard that you were the one I had my sights set on," Professor Meteor explained. "There are many races out there in fact who are just itching to see you ended." He cleared his throat. "But I digress; I do not wish to end you. Granted I had to keep that a secret from a group of Cybermen, but we won't tell anyone."

"You encountered a group of Cybermen and lived?" the Doctor asked incredulously.

"I may be a simple human to you, Time Lord, but even humans can surprise you," the professor retorted. "But I'm going off topic. There was something I wanted to share with you before I pry into that rather complex subconscious of yours."

"Enlighten me then," the Doctor said, clearly becoming tired of this man.

"Keep in mind this takes place in my youth, many years ago," Professor Meteor began. "Back in 1963 when I was only twenty three years old, I had already graduated top of my class and was very close to graduating at university. Astronomy was the subject I adored and was deeply immersed in. I had already successfully researched all of the planets in our solar system and was just itching to learn more. I wanted to see if life outside our own solar system existed."

"I believe I've heard this all already," yawned the Doctor.

The professor grabbed a small silver remote from his jacket pocket and pressed the grey button in the middle. Immediately electricity shot through the Doctor's body causing his body to go rigid. "It is rude to interrupt."

"Please….go on..." the Doctor said through heavy breaths.

"I was living in London at the time and on my way home for dinner. I normally take the main road but I decided to take a shortcut and cut through this neighborhood junkyard," Professor Meteor stated. "As I was just outside the fence I saw these two schoolteachers heading into the junkyard. I knew they were schoolteachers but I never had met them before in person." A sudden realization hit the Doctor as he now realized why this was all sounding so familiar.

"I watched them step into a police box. At first I thought nothing of it. Perhaps they were looking to salvage it for the school for some purpose. But the next thing I saw took me completely by surprise. It disappeared! Naturally this shouldn't surprise you, but it certainly did me at the time," the professor explained.

"What did you do after that?" the Doctor asked.

"I went to get a closer look. I even asked the man who owned the place about the police box but he thought I was a loon," Professor Meteor said. "So naturally I thought the whole thing had been a hallucination. I was pretty tired after all."

"Who says it wasn't a hallucination?" the Doctor asked.

"For about a week I thought it was," the professor said. "But it wasn't until I saw that very same box yet again that I knew I hadn't been hallucinating. As soon as I had seen it, however, it had disappeared yet again. And that was the day he found me."

"He?" the Doctor asked.

"Never gave me a proper name. But he was the one who had taken me to your home planet of Gallifrey. He gave me a crash course on your people but something happened," explained the professor.

Now the Doctor was intrigued. This was all new information to him yet he felt as though it all made sense. Normally he wouldn't trust any human he didn't know properly, but this man didn't seem to be lying. At least, as far as the Doctor could tell, he didn't believe he was lying. "What happened?"

"I stepped outside of his TARDIS, he called it a Type 45, and fell down into nothingness," said Professor Meteor. "I kept falling until I found myself in a chamber. Somehow I had survived the fall but what surrounded me was even more amazing and wondrous that I didn't care what happened to me."

"You found the Ancient Archives of Gallifrey," the Doctor surmised.

"Call it what you will, Doctor," Professor Meteor said. "But it showed me so much more than all the lifetimes of all the other planets put together could possibly offer!" He then turned around to face a desk and out of a drawer lifted up a small, rectangle case. Inside was a single scroll made of material even the Doctor couldn't name. "I managed to sneak this particular scroll back with me once I was done in the Archives. You see only humans can read the Archives, as luck would have it. But the scrolls are another matter altogether."

"You expect me to translate Ancient Gallifreyan?" the Doctor guessed.

"Not quite, an old friend already did me the honors," said the professor. "He just wanted you to see this because he knew it would drive you absolutely insane because of what you did to your planet. I believe he calls himself the Master?" The Doctor made to interrupt but Professor Meteor held up his remote. He then set the box back down. "But I'm not here because you destroyed Gallifrey. No, I'm here because I would very much like to meet the man responsible for why Gallifrey was the way it was. And this scroll seems to think you might know just who that is."

"If you think you can trust that lowlife excuse for a Time Lord," the Doctor said, becoming infuriated at the mention of the Master and the possibility that he was still alive, "you need to get your priorities straight!"

"I trust no one, Doctor," said the professor. "Besides, it's been many years since I last saw him. And I don't think I'll be taking advice from the likes of you. Now then, what do you know about the cultivation of Gallifrey?"