The TARDIS rematerialized outside of a town. The Doctor, Time Lady Romana, and robotic K-9 exited the TARDIS. The Doctor was tall, with wide eyes and curly brown hair. He wore a multicolored scarf, a shirt, a waistcoat, a cravat, a brown frock coat, and gray trousers.

"This place looks medieval," Romana commented.

"I am sure that we can convince them that K-9 is a new innovation in machinery. Aren't you, K-9?"

"Affirmative."

The Doctor, Romana, and K-9 went up to the entrance of the city. There were two armored guards, one on the left side and one on the right side.

"State your name," the guard on the right asked

"The Doctor."

"Doctor who?"

"It is no use," Romana said. "I've asked him time and time again."

"What is this?" the guard on the left said, pointing at K-9.

"It is a dog," The Doctor explained.

"Oh, no. I've seen dogs, but not one forged out of metal."

"He's a new invention."

"Are you mages of some sort? Your blue crate showed up out of thin air. Some invisibility spell?"

"I have quite the disappearing act. One moment you see me, the next, I'm gone!"

"You must be on the run," the first guard said. "You look nothing like anyone I've ever seen around Cyrodiil. You some criminal from some other province of Tamriel?"

"Not at all," Romana said. "We are travelers. We were hoping to see the sights of this beautiful place."

The guards looked at each other.

"Head on in," the second guard said. "Welcome to Cheydinhal."

The Doctor, Romana, and K-9 looked around Cheydinhal. They saw people of all sorts of races. A green-skinned, Dunmer commoner walked by them and stopped to stare at The Doctor's outfit.

"What a colorful outfit you have," the commoner said. "You don't look old at all."

"People don't believe me when I say how old I am. Then again, I sometimes don't believe myself."

"Come with me. I am about to use the magic paint on canvas."

The Doctor exchanged a confused look with Romana before shrugging and smiling.

"All right then."

They followed the artist to his home. When they got to the front door, he reached into his pocket.

"My key is around here somewhere."

"No need," The Doctor said.

The Doctor pulled a device out of his pocket. It was a silver cylinder headed with a black cylindrical magnet. It also had a red emitter ring. The Doctor activated it on front of the lock, unlocking the door. He turned the knob and opened the door.

"What is that?" Rythe asked.

"A sonic screwdriver."

"Where did you get it?"

"No need to worry. I am the only one in these parts who possesses one."

"That's a relief. There are criminals who use lockpicks to break into houses and steal possessions. Imagine how much easier it would be for them if they had an implement like that. Just recently, a thief broke into my home and threw me into one of my paintings."

"That's a shame," Romana said. "You must have worked hard on the painting."

"I'm sorry," the artist said. "I don't believe that you understand. I went inside of the painting, as if it was some other world. I mean, can you imagine seeing something small only to find out that it is bigger on the inside?"

"I can imagine the reaction," The Doctor said. "What happened to the thief?"

"He also went into the painting. He used my magic paintbrush, complete with the hairs of Dibella, to paint trolls to protect him, but they only killed him. There was nowhere to go! Luckily, a hero arrived yesterday and saved me. He got the brush back so that I could paint a way out for us."

"I am quite curious about this painting of yours," The Doctor said.

"May we see it?"

"Sure. It is one of my favorites."

"How coincidental that we would see more paintings so soon after seeing the Mona Lisa," Romana commented.

Rythe took them into his studio. He unveiled a painting of a colorful forest.

"Here it is," the artist said.

They looked closely into the painting. Beside the Bosmer thief's body on the grass were six dead green trolls. The leaves of the trees seemed to be swaying back and forth.

"It looks as though it has more dimensions than an ordinary painting," The Doctor commented.

"Doctor," Romana said, "Doesn't it remind you of the old paintings on Gallifrey?"

"Ah, yes! It does. Fascinating, don't you think, K-9?"

"Beauty of art is irrelevant," K-9 said.

"And here I thought that you were a good piece of art," The Doctor responded.

"Doctor!" Romana said.

"What did you say your name was?" The Doctor asked the artist.

"Oh. Hard to pronounce, I suppose. Rythe Lythandas is my name. Now, sit on that chair so that I may paint your face onto a canvas."

"What kind of a facial expression should I display?"

"Look...gloomy and pessimistic."

"That is rather out-of-character for me, but I will try to remember what it was like to be a grumpy old man."

The Doctor ceased to smile and gave a frown. Time passed as Rythe painted. Romana and K-9 observed the painting. Romana smiled. When Rythe was finished, he showed the painting to The Doctor. The figure had The Doctor's face, but not his outfit. The figure wore a brown outfit, complete with a pointed hat. Its feet looked strange. Its hair was still brown, but straighter and longer than The Doctor's.

"What is the meaning of this?" The Doctor asked.

"Something in my head tells me that his name is...Puddleglum," Rythe said. "He is not of this world."

"Well, neither am I, but why does he need my face? Or any of my faces?"

"I am not quite sure. I just felt that it needed to have your face. It is so great being able to create new life."

A Dunmer woman walked through the door. She walked over to Rythe and kissed him passionately on the lips.

"Sorry to embarrass you," she said. "I thought that you were gone for sure yesterday."

"No problem at all. I should go missing more often. Tivela, these are The Doctor, Romana, and K-9. Everyone, this is my wife."

The Doctor did not recall telling Rythe Romana's name.

"Would you like to stay for supper?" Tivela asked.

"Absolutely!" Romana said.

"What does your pet like to eat?" Rythe asked.

"Irrelevant," K-9 answered. "As a robotic dog, I have no need for nutrients."

"More for us, then!" The Doctor said.

They all ate venison and various fruits for dinner.

"You said that my painting looks Gallifreyan," Rythe said. "Excuse my ignorance, but where are Gallifreyan things from?"

"Gallifrey," The Doctor explained.

"I have never heard of it," Rythe said.

"We are very far from home," Romana explained.

"Nonsense," The Doctor said. "Our home is the TARDIS in which we travel."

"TARDIS?" Tiviel said.

"A steed of mine," The Doctor said. "Well, it is getting late. We should really get going."

"Are you sure that you do not want to spend the night here?" Tiviel asked.

"I am sure. We've already got a place to stay."

"Well, have a good night, then!" Tiviel said.

"We will," Romana said. "Thanks for the food."

As The Doctor led Romana and K-9 to the front door, he heard a voice.

"Doctor..."

"Did you hear that?" The Doctor asked.

"Negative," K-9 said.

"Doctor..."

The voice came from the room full of artworks. The Doctor walked into the studio and looked at the painting of the colorful forest.

"Doctor!" Romana said. "Look! Puddleglum is gone!"

The Doctor paid no attention. He reached into the painting and fell in. Romana and K-9 were sucked in after him.