"I should hurry as well," added Tristan; "Siegfried will be back from the game any minute."
"Well, how about a lift, then?" offered the Doctor; "You and James just saved my life; it's the least I can do." Intrigued but slightly wary, Tristan allowed himself to be led into off towards a beech copse, in which was standing, of all things, a police box. Not a type he had seen before, but without question, a police box. The Doctor opened the door and Tegan, Turlough and the Sheppa entered as if it were the most natural thing in the world, but Tristan hesitated.
"Honestly, it's no trouble walking. I don't think there'll be room in there for me as well." There was also the question of how a police box was supposed to constitute transport, but he let that slide. It had been a long and confusing day. The Doctor laughed.
"Room? Oh, I assure you, there's plenty of that." Still unconvinced, Tristan stepped nervously inside. If he had been unsure what to expect, that was nothing to his amazement as he looked around the strange, white walls, the impossible amount of space, and what that was in the centre of the room, he wasn't even going to try and guess. Tegan pulled one of the many levers on the strange centrepiece, and the doors closed behind him. The Doctor, who had followed him in and was now standing beside Tegan, smiled cheerily.
"You may want to find something to hang onto." The others all braced themselves around the strange object in the middle of the room, and Tristan followed suit by instinctively grabbing the nearest thing, which turned out to be a hat-stand. He had just time to note how incongruous it seemed, before there was a horrific noise, everything gave a massive lurch and he only managed to stay upright by dropping the hat-stand and gripping the walls. A moment later, the lurching stopped, and the Doctor smiled again.
"Home, sweet home, Tristan." Turlough looked sceptical.
"Aren't you going to check on the scanner, first? You know, your record with getting people where and when they want to go isn't exactly…"
"I got to Darrowby successfully, didn't I? And anyway, this was only a hop in space; there was no time-travelling involved."
"That'll be the day!" scoffed Tegan, but they did both admit defeat when the doors opened to reveal the garden of Skeldale house, and the console screen assured them that no time-travel had taken place. The Doctor raised his eyes to heaven.
"You know, sometimes I feel distinctly unappreciated around here."
"I'm exactly the same," enthused Tristan, pleased to have the conversation move in a direction he could understand; "I do so much work for my brother, and does he ever give me so much as a word of thanks? Never lets me have any time off, well, hardly any, makes me answer the phone at all hours of the night and morning…" He realised that he needed to get going.
"Well, goodbye, Doctor. If you ever find yourself around Darrowby again, please don't hesitate to come in and say hello. I'm sure I'll think of something to tell Siegfried. The same goes for all of you, of course, especially you, Mr Sheppa. It's so nice to have a grateful patient. And Tegan, if you'd allow me to take you for a drink some time…No? Well, it was worth a try. Goodbye!" He sauntered out of the TARDIS and into the Living room, normal composure completely regained, and jumped lightly onto the sofa, hearing the piercing noise of his new friends disappearing back to wherever and whenever they had come from as he did so.