The Doctor stepped out of he TARDIS while putting on his favorite cricketer hat. Looking about at the scenery surrounding him, the Doctor inferred that he had landed in the 21st century, London, it appeared. With a grin on his face, the Doctor stepped out to explore. His mind on other things, the Doctor then accidently bumped into a pedestrian on the street.
"Pardon me," he apologized to the ginger haired woman.
Entering through the inner door, Nyssa grabbed onto the sides of the doorframe to keep from flying. With a resigned sigh, she stepped cautiously towards the console and gripped the edge before looking over the readouts. Something out of the corner of her eye caused her to turn.
"Doctor, the scanner!" she said, eyes wide.
The starfield was empty now, but there had certainly been something there a moment before.
"Oh dear," the Doctor breathed, wide eyed, as he looked up at the scanner just a second before the object disappeared from sight. He only needed a second to recognize what, in fact, that was.
"It’s a TARDIS," he responded to his companion, the fear clearly evident on his face. If he was to venture a guess as to who’s TARDIS it was, he would bet on the Master’s in a heartbeat. He took quick action, trying to see if maybe it was still in range. Hoping that he could trace where it was going, the Doctor began pressing all kinds of buttons on the console.
"Hmm," the Doctor said, looking upon the TARDIS’s center console. He took notice to the fact that the piece in the center of the console had stopped moving. The Doctor began to wonder why the ship stopped. For certain, he had not set in any coordinates since his last adventure to the planet Cassius. His thoughts were interrupted when the ship suddenly took a violent jolt.
“What is going on?”