All was quiet in the world, quiet and still. The New York dockyard was snowed under, and any staff that might have been there would surely be dressed up warm. As it happens, there was only one human there, in the dockyard, running for her life alngside two Time Lords.

The human was Hermione Granger, a genius trainee witch one week into her travels with the Doctor, one of the Time Lords. The other Time Lord was called the Master, a former enemy of the Doctor's who now travelled with him. /p>

If anyone had been watching from a distance, they would have also seen the twenty or so steel men chasing them. They were the Cybermen, and Hermione had only just been rescued from being converted into one.

The same theoretical observer would have seen Hermione take a wooden rod out of her jacket pocket, aim it at the Cybermen, and yell out an incantation. The Cybermen would have been seen to be scattered by a bolt of yellow light, and the trio run away, and enter a blue box.

The observer, had there been one, would then have died as the entire dockyard exploded.

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Hermione flopped down onto the chair in the console room, catching her breath.

The Doctor was at the console, and the Master was standing at the other side of it, exausted.

Hermione finally caught her breath, and turned slowly to the Master.

She spoke quite clearly, in a voice that showed her annoyance plainly.

"Remind me never to let you pick our destination again."