INT. UNDERGROUND MUSEUM
Glass cases line either side of a red carpet, forming a kind of museum maze in a dimly lit warehouse. Off to the side, we hear the familiar ethereal whirring of the Tardis as a classic blue phone booth gradually appears out of nothingness. Once it has fully appeared, the door folds open and out steps the Doctor and Rose, the Doctor in his trademark leather jacket and collared shirt, Rose in casual contemporary bootcut jeans and a cyan t-shirt.
The Doctor admires the phone booth appearance of the Tardis cockpit.
DOCTOR
Lovely.
He kisses his hand and then presses his hand to the door before continuing on.
ROSE
Where are we?
DOCTOR
Utah, North America. About half a mile underground. The year is 2027. The Tardis is being drawn here for some reason. Devil knows why.
ROSE
That makes me... thirty-six. Ugh, and my mom sixty. I bet she's having a cow about it.
DOCTOR
Actually, you're still twenty-two. You haven't aged. You're just at a different point in time.
The Doctor walks up to one of the display cases. Inside the case is the head of a long-dead lizard alien.
DOCTOR
This is a Slitheen.
ROSE
Is that, like, it's species?
He shakes his head.
DOCTOR
Family name. They tried to take over Great Britain, once. Twice. Three times? No, just twice. I'm almost sure it was only twice.
ROSE
Doesn't look like it worked out so well for them.
DOCTOR
Not so much, no.
ROSE
This place looks like some sort of alien museum. Wait, on Earth? Are we in Area 51?!
DOCTOR
That's in Nevada, love.
ROSE
Oh. Hey, how old are you?
DOCTOR
What?
ROSE
Talking about age, it occurred to me I have no idea how old you are.
DOCTOR
Nine hundred and thirty seven.
ROSE
Seriously?
DOCTOR
Indubitably.
ROSE
Hopping around time with a guy more than twenty times my age. That's not too creepy. Shouldn't you be behind the glass, grandpa?
She winks.
Rose investigates some of the other display cases. She sees a green meteor labeled "kryptonite", a gold energy weapon labeled "Item 47", the door of a yellow Volkswagen Beetle, a giant yellow wig alongside a Slim Whitman record, and finally something that really gets her attention...
ROSE
Doctor... Come take a look at this.
The Doctor investigates a display case with a bluetooth device from the pilot inside, then turns to meet Rose. A step before he reaches her side, he freezes. The color drains from his face, like water spilling out of bucket with a hole in it.
ROSE
Remind you of anything?
He takes a step closer and leans over to inspect the object; a sonic screwdriver.
ROSE
That looks a lot like your... you know, the thing in your pocket.
DOCTOR
Sonic screwdriver. I told you that.
ROSE
Right, that.
The Doctor puts his hand in his jacket pocket and pulls out his sonic screwdriver to compare to the one in the glass display case. He aims the blunt end of it at the glass and swings.
ROSE
Wait, don't...
She's too late to stop him. The glass shatters. Rose looks around, nervous that the noise and subsequent echo may have alerted someone to their presence.
ROSE
...break the glass.
The Doctor sweeps away some glass shards and extracts the sonic screwdriver from the case. He holds it next to his own to confirm that they are indeed the same piece of hardware.
ROSE
Correction. It's the same as the thing in your pocket. How is that possible?
The Doctor thinks. He grabs her hand and turns back.
DOCTOR
We have to go.
He takes one step toward the Tardis when, out of the shadows, around twenty ARMED GUARDS rush in from all sides to cut them off.
ARMED GUARD
Freeze!
ARMED GUARD II
Hands where we can see them!
They both raise their hands.
ROSE
Told you not to break the glass.
DOCTOR
Right.
He sighs.
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- To be Continued...-