Clara didn't want to admit it but she honestly had no idea where the current UNIT headquarters even was. She didn't want Jason to know that. The last encounter Clara had had with UNIT was at the National Gallery but Clara was certain that going there would do them no good, not to mention it was probably heavily guarded as so many of the other main buildings in London seemed to be.
After a while Jason, growing tired of running from street to street, stopped Clara and asked her if she actually knew where they were going. Clearly frustrated she threw her hands up in the air and exclaimed, "Of course I don't! The Doctor is the one who always knows what's going on and for once I have no answers." She looked away from Jason and slumped up against a mailbox.
Jason was torn. He felt bad for Clara and didn't want to leave her alone especially since the man she seemed to put so much trust in had just vanished into thin air, literally. On the other hand this was all a bit too much for Jason and he wasn't sure how much of it he actually believed. That is when he noticed it. Clara had taken to sitting on the street but Jason noticed as well that a group of soldiers were coming right for them.
He noticed that the mailbox was glowing. It was an unusual sight and if it hadn't been dark and stormy out he wouldn't have noticed it. The line of soldiers was advancing rather quickly and Clara didn't seem to notice. Not knowing what compelled him to do so; Jason grabbed Clara and touched the mailbox. Immediately the pavement around them broke off in the shape of a rectangle. It resembled a lift and began to descend below the street right as the soldiers approached. They began to fire off rifles as the lift descended.
"What is this?" Clara asked as the top of the lift shut and closed them off from the streets of London. "And how did you find it?" The lift descended rapidly causing the two of them to hold onto the mailbox that had decided to come with them.
"No idea," Jason admitted. Clara didn't quite believe him but they were safe, and that was what mattered. She couldn't believe she hadn't noticed the soldiers but luckily Jason had. Before the two could utter another word the lift came to a stop. They had to be miles under London by now and now that Clara thought about it maybe the army of soldiers bent on their destruction may have been a better bet.
There was an entryway just outside the lift. Jason began to head towards it but Clara stopped him. "Are you daft?" she asked. "You've no idea who or what is down here."
Jason agreed that it was dangerous, but what choice did they have? He continued on through the archway and found himself in a long hallway. Clara appeared behind him. "Well which way, boss?" he asked. "Left or right?"
Realizing that Jason would follow her no matter where she cracked a smile and decided to go to the right. Jason quickly followed after.
Concurrently the Doctor was growing more and more weary of Professor Meteor as he continued to prattle on. The Doctor was beginning to believe that he had been manipulated and the real villain would present himself, but it was a false hope. After expressing this concern the professor simply laughed and continued on.
"As you know Gallifrey wasn't always a planet with intelligent civilization," Professor Meteor began. "There were many eras before Time Lords came to fruition and without the two founders it wouldn't have been possible. You know this, naturally, as well as the names of the four other founders. There is one in particular, however, that needs mentioning I feel."
The Doctor raised an eyebrow. "Apeiron, Pandak, the Other or Eutenoyar? Many of Gallifrey's finest historians believe Eutenoyar had a very limited role in the foundation of Time Lords, but it hasn't been proven either way."
"My my, you do know a thing or two," said Professor Meteor. "But are you aware of the one referred to simply as Elderoni?"
The Doctor did not recognize that name, and there were very few names that weren't familiar to him. He looked to the professor with contempt and said, "Alright, I'll bite."
"He is the seventh founder who is responsible for the drastic cultural change and advancement of Gallifrey. He is the one who traveled to primitive Gallifrey and brought time travel to your people as well as having single-handedly invented the concept of regeneration," the Professor kept the silver remote in case he said anything the Doctor didn't like.
"That is absolutely ludicrous," the Doctor replied.
The Professor grabbed another chair from behind his desk and placed it in front of the Doctor, sitting right in front of him. "I'm growing rather tired of you, Doctor. Now please, pay attention." The professor cleared his throat and continued. "Time travel was brought to your planet by this old man. I'm not sure if you've seen a Time Scaphe but somehow this man invented it and brought it with him to Gallifrey. His journey there is as yet a mystery but it was clear what his intentions were. Granted the Archons claim that your people stole their technology but that is just absurd."
"Tell me, professor, what were the man's intentions?" the Doctor asked.
"Somehow he discovered your planet and saw potential in it, though also the lack of technological advancement. But legend has it that he soon saw what your people became and was so appalled that he left Gallifrey," the Professor stated. "And the biggest mystery isn't that all of this happened but instead who this man was and where he is now."
"And you think I'm the one who possesses that knowledge?" the Doctor asked. "Even though you just wasted the majority of the day lecturing me? I mean I know you're a professor, but come on."
At this point Professor Meteor stood up and kicked his chair aside. "Too right, Doctor. No more time for words. I must act." He went to his desk once more and opened up another drawer and pulled out a long, skinny device the Doctor couldn't make out. "I know for a fact you possess the information I seek and I will extract it by any means possible."
The Doctor gulped as he saw the long, skinny device the professor had. He recognized it immediately as one of the many devices that originated from Gallifrey. "So you are familiar with this device, then?"
"Where did you get that?" the Doctor couldn't help but ask.
"It's not hard to find those who are against you, old chap," Professor Meteor replied. "Now then, shall we begin?" he asked as he held up the metal device.