"I'm not a Time Lord..." the Doctor said dismissively taking a casual glance out of the small window to his left. He reached into his inside pocket slowly feeling around, pushing the screwdriver to one side so he could delve down to the very bottom. He winced slightly before looking back up to the greying figure in the doorway before him. In his hand he was swinging the Doctor's time piece around by its small chain.

"If you don't want to be a Time Lord we could make it so," he growled.

"What do you want?" the Doctor asked finally shifting his weight as he squirmed slightly in his boots.

"You're going to fix all the funny business"

"... and what if I don't want to?" the Doctor narrowed his eyes slightly. The man dropped the watch to the floor and pressed his foot against it firmly, "Right... well... that's... that's pretty... that's pretty clear..." he stammered wishing he hadn't asked that question "can you... not stand... can you not stand on that?" He dropped to the floor trying with his thumb and index finger to free his poor time piece. He struggled and struggled and finally withdrew, gasping with exhaustion, "Alright... alright...," he breathed, "where do we start?"

He felt as though he was in some kind of hostage situation. A hostage situation with a comfy chair... a bonus he supposed crossing one leg casually over the other, he gripped the arms of it tightly staring right at his keeper awaiting the information he craved.

"I'm Joe... Joey to my pals... If I had any..." Joe lit up another cigarette with a match he'd acquired from his very modest and untidy kitchen area, "I've been on this here carnival ship for half my life... hop on and off when we land places for a bit of an adventure... Not been going off since this lock down business started... too creepy to stay away from... crave adventure I do" The Doctor closed his eyes and pressed a single finger to his temple, massaging it slowly, vaguely listening to Joe's ramblings.

"Are you going to tell me about the lock down now?" he sighed at last running his fingers through his hair and leaning back in his seat. An expectant look had fallen across his features. Joe paused; the only movement came from the smoke escaping steadily from the end of his cigarette. He turned a wooden chair around and straddled it, leaning forward on the back,

"Started a long way back... I'd not been working long but I had a stand of my own... business was good..."

"Yes... sorry... I don't mean to be rude but can you speed it up a bit? Get to the point..." Joe frowned at the Doctor's impatience.

"Punters started disappearing... old Teddy senior fed us carnies some rubbish about how they'd probably just gone home... Told us not to worry 'bout it," Joe stopped to drag a little more on his cigarette before exhaling, "As if we cared... business was good... our sorts were fine, until the disappearances started on route... Night watchers... Mechanics... Late workers... all out after dark... all vanished" The Doctor frowned with interest. The only explanation was that something had gotten on board at a port.

"So anyway," Joe continued after a long pause, "Soon after that we started having lock down. To try to make people stay in when it went dark... Didn't work of course... some of us need to work late to get things done and ready for the next job. Those folks vanished too, now no one goes out during lock down. Except for you of course..."

"What's out there?" the Doctor asked quietly.

"Heck if I know... uh..."

"Doctor... I'm the Doctor. How do you know I'm a Time Lord by the way?"

"Well I was told of course," Joe breathed out another puff of smoke, "You ain't the only new arrival here Doctor... Someone knows you better than you know you"

"Who? Show me," the Doctor demanded rising out of his chair suddenly.

"Now Doctor... C'mon... Is that such a good idea?" The Doctor strode past him; his boots thudded against the hard wooden floor.

"Alrighty then," Joey grinned tucking the half a cigarette behind his ear and kicking the chair out of his way, "We're going this way," he pointed down the row of trailers to his right as his boots tapped down the steel stairs before he joined the Doctor out on the soft grass. It was surprisingly busy out. People and beings from all over the universe were bustling about, sat outside each other's homes, eating, drinking, and laughing. The Doctor almost felt out of place, alone again, no joking or laughing for him right now. He followed Joe, turning a whole 360 as he took in the sights so different from the previous night, "Here we go," Joe announced stopping outside a home shaped like an enormous crystal ball. It shone under the artificial lights, with only a deep purple curtain covering the doorway. The Doctor looked up and grimaced slightly, he hated fortune tellers... almost as much as he hated archaeologists. He took in a deep breath and pushed the curtain to one side, slowly, he entered the darkness. If it had been up to him he'd have turned and walked straight out again, however, Joe's presence behind him forced him to stay. Their eyes adjusted to the dim light and fixed upon the hooded figure sat facing them. A large crystal ball stood in the centre of the circular table at which the figure was sitting. The Doctor looked to Joe who shrugged his shoulders and nodded as he checked his cigarette was still in place. The Doctor stepped forward slightly; the figure began to take down the hood slowly. The Doctor smirked ever so slightly, tucking his hands casually into his pockets.

"Hello sweetie"

He grinned widely, "Hello sweetie," he chuckled shaking his head in amusement.