The Doctor picked one random passer-by, tapped him on the shoulder, waited for him to turn around, then asked: "Excuse me, why is there a second moon?"
The passer-by looked into the sky, then back the Doctor, upon which he slowly backed away for two seconds, then started running, as though he couldn't get away from us fast enough.
"What's wrong with him?" Maen wondered.
"He can't see the second moon." the Doctor explained.
"What?" I scoffed, "How do you miss something like that?"
"Well, you have been able to see things that others can't." the Doctor answered, "I'm a Time Lord, my brain already works on a different level."
He then pointed at Maen: "And you are trained to have a strong mind, so of course you can see it."
"Funny." Maen said, "It sounds a little like what Emma said earlier, about the Little People."
"What do you mean?" I asked her.
"Remember? They asked her why our brains are so vastly different from hers." Maen answered.
"Yes..." the Doctor agreed, "It does seem that way."
The Doctor had that look on his face again.
"Don't tell me." I said, "You think those Little People and that second moon are connected?"
"Only one way to find out, is there?" the Doctor said, as he started walking.
"What does he mean?" Maen asked me.
I shrugged: "We do have his Tardis, which can take us anywhere in space."
"He wants to visit that second moon?" Maen understood.
"Looks like it." I said, and followed after the Doctor, as did Maen.

After our short walk back to the Tardis, the Doctor stopped dead in his tracks. Looking past him, I could see why. There was a white-and-blue tape that surrounded the Tardis. Looking at the tape, I could recognize one of the words on it saying "police". What further cemented the problem, was the fact that at every corner that had been taped, there was a policeman.
"What's wrong?" Maen asked, "It's just lint."
"You don't understand." the Doctor told her, "It's a special tape, used by local law enforcement, telling us we can't cross."
"You mean they set up a barrier that we can't get through?"
"Technically we can just walk through." the Doctor explained, "But not without drawing other people's attention."
"Strange." I realized, "We never had that problem before. Why now?"
"I don't know, and I don't like it." the Doctor answered, then held his hand out to me, "You still got your phone?"
Oh right, I was probably the only person in 1992 that had a cell-phone. I took it out of my pocket and gave it to the Doctor. Immediately, he dialed a number, brought it to his ear, and waited for someone to answer.
"Brigadier?" he said, but judging from the worried look on his face, he didn't hear what he was expecting.
"What's wrong?" I asked.
"It says the number is not in service." the Doctor replied.
"Who were you calling?" Maen wondered.
"An old friend." the Doctor answered, "But the operator claims that number never existed."
That was weird indeed. But, thinking about it, the Doctor said "brigadier" earlier, as if he expected to hear our friend from 1978. If so, I remembered he was a member of that secret organization. Maybe he just moved, changed his phone number as a result, and being part of that organization, he could make it look as if his old number never existed.
"What about UNIT?" I suggested, "Even if they can't reach the Brigadier, they can at least call the cops off."
"It's worth the try." the Doctor agreed, and dialed the number.
After he dialed, he listened, waiting for an answer. After five seconds, he shut my phone off.
"What's wrong?" I asked.
"It's taking them too long to answer." the Doctor replied.
I raised my brows: "You were calling for only five seconds."
"For UNIT, letting the phone ring for longer than one second is unacceptable." the Doctor said.
I could only take the Doctor's word for it, since UNIT was still somewhat new to me.
"If it takes them five seconds, then it can't be UNIT on the other end." the Doctor further explained.
"What are you guys saying?" Maen asked, "You can't do anything?"
"I didn't say that." the Doctor replied, "There are some... less official channels that I can use, but that's a bit riskier than anything else I've tried."
The Doctor dialed another number. This time, it took the person on the other end longer than five seconds.
"Who are you calling?" I asked.
"If she's awake, Emma." was his answer.
"How long will that take?" Maen wondered.
"Since the phone is in the console room, and she is in another room... she might not hear it ring at all."
Judging from that face the Doctor made, somebody answered, but he still didn't get what he expected. Instead of saying anything, the Doctor lowered the phone, then pressed the speaker button.
"Yes, I know what you are called." a high-pitched voice sounded, although it sounded like an adult man mimicking a child's voice.
"Who are you?" the Doctor asked.
"I'm one of Emma's Little People. Good evening" it replied, "But you can call me... Toby, if you like."
"How did he get into the Tardis?" Maen questioned.
"That would be one of our many capabilities." Toby replied, "We can do so much more."
"I have a better question." the Doctor interrupted, "Why are you in there?"
"Because we are very interested in this vessel of yours." Toby replied, "Where can we find one of our own?"
"That would be... quite impossible." the Doctor answered.
"I see." Toby said. He didn't sound disappointed, almost as though he expected this.
"Doctor!" Emma's voice sounded.
"Emma?" All three of us spoke in unison.
"Are you all right?" the Doctor asked.
"What is going on?" we heard her shout, "What have you done to these little people?"
"What have I done?"
"How about now?" Toby's voice returned, "Can you tell us how to get our own vessel?"
"I told you, even if I wanted you to have one, I can't tell you." the Doctor explained.
"Most unfortunate." Toby said, shortly before the connection broke.
"What was that all about?" I wondered.
"More importantly, what did Emma mean by "what have you done to these little people"?" Maen questioned.
"Oi, you lot!" I looked in the direction where that came from.
One of the cops had spotted us, and started toward us, placing his hand on his gun. As soon as he approached us, another cop followed his example.
"I think we just got more attention than we wanted." I said.