The Doctor wandered through the abandoned city. He decided it was a simplistic city to wander through, and consequently of course he meant to wander into a sealed-off area with a large warehouse in it.

"Hello?" he called into the warehouse, quietly. Walking a little further inside, he noticed people. In boxes. Clear boxes.

Why were people in clear boxes?

Wandering to the nearest one, the Doctor saw a girl in her late teens, with brown hair and a head tilted to the right.

"Suspended animation!" the Doctor exclaimed. "Why would she be in suspended animation?" The Doctor wandered over to a cupboard for some resuscitation equipment, which he located and brought to the girl. With a sharp jolt she opened her eyes, but relaxed again.

"Only you," she grinned sheepishly. "I don't know who I was expecting."

"Do you know who I am?" the Doctor asked, surprised.

"Don't be stupid, Doctor, of course. Where's Sarah? I didn't get to meet her last time."

The Doctor made a strange face. "I don't know who you are," he confessed.

"How can you not know who I am? You saved my life!"

"Probably, but that doesn't mean I know you."

The girl stared at the Doctor. "I'm Atlanta, Doctor. Does that mean anything to you?"

"No."

Atlanta climbed out of her box shakily. "You're the most imbecilic man..."

"Oi! Firstly, that's not very nice. Secondly, I'm not a..."

"Man? Yeah, I forgot. You're still an imbecilic Time Lord." Atlanta tested her feet on the ground gingerly, then decided it was safe enough and promptly fell over. "Stupid floor... too hard..."

The Doctor tried to hold Atlanta up as she regained her balance. "Atlanta," he asked, "has it occurred to you that I mightn't have met you yet?"

"No," she replied. "Makes sense, though. What about K-9, how's he?"

"Fine. Both K-9 and Sarah are fine. In the TARDIS."

Atlanta nodded. "You didn't do a very good job of saving the Earth, you know," she told him.

"What? I do an excellent job at saving the -"

"Well, as soon as you left, the Americans took over again."

"I haven't done that yet," the Doctor protested, "I don't know what you're talking about."

"That makes sense too," Atlanta answered. "Can we go out and get some food? I'm really, really hungry."

"What, outside?"

"Where else?"

"Well, you're not going to have much luck outside. The only living thing Sarah and I saw killed himself."

"But I'm hungry."

"Well, I can take you to the TARDIS, I suppose. If you've already seen it. There's food there. And Sarah can meet you. And K-9."

Atlanta nodded.


Atlanta and the Doctor arrived in the control room of the TARDIS to find K-9.

"Hello, K-9," Atlanta greeted him. "How are you?"

"Intruder," K-9's metallic voice told her warningly.

"It's all right, K-9," the Doctor grinned, "she's with me. Her name's Atlanta. Where's Sarah?"

"Insufficient data, Master."

"But when I asked you to locate Leela you could, you stupid robot dog!"

"Negative, Master. That was not me, that was K-9, mark one."

"Who's Leela?" Atlanta interjected, but the Doctor and K-9 both ignored her.

"Now, listen to me, K-9. Is Sarah in the TARDIS?"

"Negative."

"Was she ever in the TARDIS?"

"Affirmative."

"When?"

"When we landed, Master."

The Doctor rolled his eyes. "Has Sarah come into the TARDIS after we left to explore?"

"Negative."

"Doesn't that girl ever listen?" the Doctor demanded to no one in particular.

"Affirmative."

"Shut up, K-9."

"What are you going to do?" Atlanta asked, confused. "Will you get K-9 to track her down?"

The Doctor paused. "I've had a brilliant idea. K-9 and I are going to track Sarah down!"

"That's what I said!" Atlanta protested. "You're as bad as you were in 2011."

"You mean will be in 2011."

Atlanta shrugged. "Fine. Will be." She paused. "Are you actually planning on going outside?"


"I swear I'm not a useful person to question!" Sarah protested to the two buffoons who were busily dragging her away through the city streets. "I only just got here!"

"Look, it's not our business, miss," one of the buffoons told her. "We're just obeying orders."

"But surely the person who gave the orders knows better!" Upon attracting no response, Sarah exclaimed, "you're pulling my hair!"

"Will you be quiet, miss?" the other buffoon asked politely. "You're being annoying."

As she was being dragged backwards several hundred metres, Sarah didn't feel this was a very suitable remark, so she said as much.

"We do have Death Rays, miss. We'd prefer not to have to use them," the first buffoon told her.

"Well you can't question me if you use them anyway."

"Pfft," the first buffoon sighed. "They're too brainy in New America. We'll have to tell the Administrator."

"New America?"

"Scratch that. They're not very bright in New America at all," the second laughed.

"Where's New America?" Sarah asked impatiently.

"You know France, right?" the second buffoon asked.

"Yes."

"Go north east."

"It's south west, you dunderhead," the first buffoon told his friend.

"Is it?"

"Yes."

"I'm sure it was north..."

"Nah, it was south! And west!"

"NORTH EAST!"

Sarah groaned. "It didn't happen to used to be called England, did it?"

"Yeah!" the first buffoon grinned. "It was south west, wasn't it?"

"No, it was north east," the second argued.

"It was north west!" Sarah yelled at them.

"Really? I KNEW IT!"

"Mate, you said south west."

"North, south... what's the difference?"

"Uh, DUH, mate. It's much more different than east and west."

"No it isn't! If you start going north and keep going in that direction past the North Pole, you'll end up going south! But if you go west, YOU'RE STUCK GOING WEST!"

"Yeah, but if you decide to fly the whole way around the Earth north to south you'll freeze. By going east or west you live."

"That doesn't have anything to do with it!"

"It doesn't?"

"No!"

"Oh..."

"This is a very intellectually stimulating conversation," Sarah told the buffoons sarcastically.

"Um... whatever that means... thanks, miss!"