Notes: This story is set during Season 3. It features the 1st Doctor and one of his old enemies. Of course I don't own either of these wonderful characters or any other characters from the TV show.

From the outside it looked just like any other sweet shop which you might expect to find in a English high street of the 1930s. Jars upon jars of delicious looking confectionary were stacked up in the window, there were Sherbet Lemons, Cough Candy, Humbugs, Aniseed Balls and so much more. How could any child resist walking the door and parting with a penny or two? But what could young girl or boy such as that hope to purchase for a penny? Very little at 2003 prices, because although this shop was rooted firmly in the 1930s the rest of the town had moved on somewhat over the last 70 years. This old style establishment now looked rather incongruous trapped between a large branch of a leading supermarket and a trendy clothes store packed full of young teenagers trying to get their hands upon the latest fashions. The sweet shop still had its admirers though. There still plenty of people around who had been children in the 1930s, old men and women keen for a slice of pure nostalgia. Then there were those who visited out of curiosity and, once through that door , just couldn't help but buy. And of course for a very limited number of customers; time is relative.

The Doctor stood across on the other side of the street observing the little sweet shop with evident approval. "Delightful, quite delightful!" He chuckled to himself. "Do you know, I rather do fancy a bag of chocolate limes."

His mind made up, the Doctor strode across the road avoiding the oncoming traffic more by good fortune than good road sense. Several angry drivers honked away on their horns as they swerved to avoid the strange looking old man sauntering out in front of them as though he hadn't a care in the universe.

Upon reaching the other side of the road the Doctor glanced back ruefully. "Of course, yes. Now I remember. This street doesn't get pedestrianised until 2007! I shall have to be more alert than that won't I?" Pleased with his powers of recollection, the Doctor stretched out his arm to reach for the shop door.

The Doctor entered the shop and cast his eyes around his new surroundings with glee. It wasn't a very big shop but it was certainly very well stocked. Apart from all of the sweets that were on display in the window all three walls were lined with further delights. There was a small door in the back wall, presumably leading through to the stock room, thought the Doctor.

"Can I help you, sir?"

The Doctor turned to his right to face the owner of the voice. The girl behind the counter was regarding him with a slightly bemused, perhaps even alarmed, expression on her face. Well, after all, the Doctor's clothes were even more dated looking than the inside of the shop.

"Ah, my dear, yes. Thank you, I was hoping to purchase a few of your chocolate limes please?" The Doctor flashed her his most disarming smile. It seemed to do the trick.

"Certainly sir? Er, how many would you like me to weigh out?" she asked as she reached up to a shelf just above the level of her head to get the chocolate limes.

"Well, to be honest, I hadn't really given it much thought. Hmm? I'll have half a pound of them please?"

"Half a pound, sir? Do you mean 50p worth"

"Good gracious me, no. I mean half a pound in weight" Then he realised the date again. "I'm so sorry my dear, please forgive me. I totally forgot what year I was in for a moment. It's the endless travelling you see. Yes, of course. It's all metric now isn't it hmm? Yes, I'll have 250 grams of them please."

The girls eyes widened. She glanced at her watch nervously. "Could you excuse me a moment please? Only it's almost 2 o'clock and I promised my boss that that I'd call him about now."

The Doctor shrugged his shoulders. "As you wish, as you wish." It was all rather academic anyway as the girl was already halfway through dialling the number on her mobile phone.

"Hello Mr…. Yes but this is important I reckon. You know that er…. delivery that you asked me to keep a look out for? Well it's arrived, yes, no….not all that long ago. OK, yes. I'll do that. See you later." She slipped the phone back into her back pocket and turned to the Doctor again. "Stock control." She mumbled. "My boss likes to know about important deliveries, now, where were we?"

The Doctor tapped his chin thoughtfully. "Well you were about to measure out my sweets and I was going to buy a couple of sugar mice for Dodo but…..now…." The Doctor appeared to be deeply lost in his own thoughts for a moment. "You seem somehow out of place here my dear. A little ill at ease perhaps hmm?"

The girl shrugged. "The jeans and t-shirt? Well it's only my first week here. My 1930s outfit hasn't arrived yet."

"No, no. Not your clothes. Something else, I don't know what. Something just feels….wrong.." He trailed off rather lamely.

"Well here are your limes, sir. I'll have to pop out back to get your sugar mice. I'll not keep you waiting for long." With that she dashed hurriedly out of the front door and onto the street. The Doctor watched through the window in astonishment as she disappeared into the crowd as fast as her legs could carry her.

"Extraordinary, quite extraordinary." The Doctor shook his head, now totally baffled. "Was it something that I said? No, no, something that somebody else said? Yes, that's it. That phone call!" The Doctor glanced down absent mindedly at the paper bag of chocolate limes, still sitting on the counter where the girl had left them. His eyebrows raised as he noticed the logo on the side of the bag. MONK SWEETS. "Of course, I should have realised!" He made a hurried dash towards the front door but it was too late. The familiar noise of a TARDIS dematerialising filled the room. The Doctor looked around the room but nothing had vanished so far as he could see.

Nothing except for the outside world. Where minutes ago the window had looked out onto a thriving English city street there was now nothing but blackness. The Doctor's jaw dropped. He knew all too well what this meant but he didn't have long to ponder his predicament. He swung round to face the rear of the shop as he heard the stockroom door open.

"Hello Doctor." Called the Monk cheerily. "How nice of you to drop in on me like this. I was going to offer you a gobstopper but it doesn't seem necessary now! Tell you what Doctor, it's so true that revenge is sweet!"