I gulped under Macavity's gaze. I had been told he was frightening, but nothing could have prepared me for what I beheld.

Not that he didn't look much the way I had imagined. Dark face, wild headfur, chaotic zigzag stripes all over him...

No, what truly scared me was the way he was looking at me, as though I were a mouse he was eager to stalk and kill. I shivered, trying to hold his eyes as long as I could, the air around us almost crackling with the tension.

"So you figured it out then?" he said quietly, gesturing to my unnatural half-form. "You're one of us?"

I nodded silently. "Just call me SD," I told him. "I'd much prefer that to Scott..." I looked around for another one of Zetta's friends, a Persian by the name of Regio. "Where is everyone then?"

Macavity scoffed. "You expected them to be crowding up my office? If you really want to meet the others, then shoo! Go, mingle!"

Taking this as a dismissal, I hurried out of the office, Zetta right behind me. "Regio's probably trying to play Army of Two," she told me. "I don't know about Jorn..."

"Lead the way then," I replied, smirking. "Hopefully he still doesn't want to kill me..." I shifted back to full human, hoping Regio would know who I was even if he'd never seen me before.

Turned out he didn't. When we walked into the room, he was indeed playing Army of Two. He saw who had walked through the door and paused the game, standing up. "Hey, Zetts! What's-" He saw me and stopped. "You brought a human here?"

"Hey, genius? It's Scott," I said to him. "And no, I'm not a human." I shifted to Cat and back. "But I'd prefer SD."

"You know who I am, I assume." He held out a hand. I shook it before hearing a loud CRASH!

"...What was that?" I asked apprehensively, not knowing or caring who would answer. But the two faces around me looked just as clueless as I was.

"Let's check it out," Zetta said excitedly, shifting to full falcon before jumping out the window. After a quick surveillance flight, she returned and shifted back to half-form. "It's a blue police box," she told us, looking even more confused. "How it got here is beyond me, though..."

I rushed to the window to find she was correct. It was indeed what appeared to have been a flying blue police box. From England. "But that's..." I was about to say "impossible," but looking around at the half-falcon, half-human standing next to me, and the man who could turn into a Cat on the other side, the word caught in my throat.

As we watched, the doors to the box opened, and out stepped a very disoriented-looking man. "Excuse me, but does anyone know where I am?" he asked in a thick British accent.

"Tell us who you are first," Regio snapped. "Then maybe we'll answer your question."

The man looked at him with a smirk before replying. "I'm the Doctor," he said simply.

Zetta and I exchanged a confused glance.

"Doctor who?!"