"Hi. I'm a traveller in the fourth dimension. You're really hot. How about it?"

"That's crap," said Anji.

Fitz sank down into the chair across from her and lifted his feet up onto the table, ignoring her annoyed glare. People from her time were far too hygiene-conscious. It couldn't be healthy.

"No wonder he never gets any dates," he said, pulling a pack of Marlboros from his pocket.

"Well, I expect he has better chat-up lines that that."

Fitz snorted dismissively and searched his pockets for a lighter. "Don't worry, it's bigger than it looks?"

"You're sick, you know that?"

"Thanks. That means a lot coming from you."

Anji stirred her tea and leaned back in her seat. "He's got a certain... magnetism."

"Can't say I've noticed," lied Fitz.

"A sort of... boyish charm."

"He says they have a thing for non-threatening men when you come from. Probably explains why I can never get any chicks then."

"I think the fact that you refer to woman as 'chicks' probably has more to do with it," she said, coolly. "Besides, I don't find you threatening."

"Not even a little bit?" He grinned triumphantly as the back pocket of his jeans yielded a black cricket lighter.


"But I'm a hard-bitten rough diamond struggling to make my way in the Universe, no time to stop and worry about girly things like emotions." He lit a fag and stared at her, squinting slightly.

Anji raised an eyebrow. "Actually, I think you're very sweet."

"Sweet?! I've killed men for less."

"No you haven't."

"Well, I could have. You never know with me. I've been around, I've seen things men were never meant to see."

"I hope you're using men in the generic, there, Kreiner."

Fitz frowned and moved on to maintain his slipping grip on the conversation. "All I'm saying is, I'm tough. I'm an anti-hero. Like Harrison Ford in that film."

"I'm sure that's very nice for you." Anji pushed her empty cup towards him. "Pour us another cup."

He picked the teapot up in one hand, gesturing with the other. "See, that's why the Doctor needs me. I do things he wouldn't. I'm like... I'm like..."

Anji watched the tea pouring into the cup, "You have self-perception issues. Pass the sugar."

He sighed. "You've never found me even the slightest bit frightening?"

She stirred the sugar into her tea and considered the question. "Well, there was that time in the console room when you'd just got up and your hair was in a right state. I thought something had sucked all the style out of the Universe. That was a bit scary."

"Oh, thanks."

"You're welcome. Milk."

"If you were a man I'd fight you right now. That'd show you. I'd break your arm."

"Fitz, I'd have you unconscious before you could throw your first punch."

"As if."

She looked up from her tea, looked him straight in the eye. "Try me."

Fitz shrugged, "Nah, I don't hit girls."

"Morning, all. How is everyone today?"

Anji looked up and smiled at the Doctor. "Fitz is worried that he scares people."

"Oh, you're not frightening, Fitz. You're very..."

"Non-threatening?" suggested Anji.

"Yes, that's it exactly." The Doctor sat down and coughed significantly. Fitz took his feet down from the table and tried to look nonchalant.

"Anji threatened to beat me up," said Fitz.

"No I bloody didn't!"

"Children, please." The Doctor picked up the teapot and took the empty cup that was sitting in front of Fitz. "Sometimes I have no idea why I let you two travel with me."

"Because you can't find London, 2002. I don't know why you keep Fitz though."

"Hmm. I suppose I've got used to him. He's like part of the furniture."

"I'm sitting right here," said Fitz.

"Yes, so you are. Pass the milk."

"I'm just here to pass the milk, aren't I? I've got no..."

"Role in life," provided Anji.

"That's not true, Fitz," the Doctor looked at him, concerned. "You're very useful on our travels. You're very down to Earth, for want of a better phrase."

Anji translated for him, "He means you stop him getting himself killed all the time."

"I suppose."

"Good, that's that settled. Now, I've been thinking..."

"That's a change," muttered Fitz.

"I thought we could do with a bit of a rest. Somewhere nice and quiet, no life-threatening situations to sort out. It'll be nice and quiet."

"Not now you've said that it won't be," said Fitz.

"There'll be monsters, won't there?" sighed Anji.

"Oh, ye of little faith."

"Oh ye of not learning from experience," Fitz lit another cigarette and stared up and the ceiling.

Anji sniffed the air and winced. "I wonder what we'd all be like without our daily dose of passively-inhaled nicotine."

"It keeps him happy," said the Doctor, diplomatically. "I've offered to cure his addiction more times than I can remember." He shrugged. "Well, I suppose it gives him something to do with his hands." He turned to Fitz, "Have you ever tried knitting?"

Fitz lowered his head to look at the Doctor, "How about I pretend you never said that, and you tell us what hell-hole you're taking us to this time?"

"Deal." The Doctor took a sip of his tea. "There's an art exhibition on Velos. I've always meant to go, but I never seem to have the time." He drank another mouthful of tea and added, "Which I suppose is quite ironic, all things considered."

"I like art," said Anji. "And it doesn't sound too dangerous."

"Unless all the paintings come alive and eat people." Fitz was slumped in his chair, contriving to look as unimpressed as possible.

"Oh, I hope not," said the Doctor. "Have you ever considered writing science-fiction?"

"I'm more of a wartime adventures man."

"Well, we're none of us perfect. So, what do you think about that art exhibition?"

"Knowing you, we're there already and you're just trying to talk us into wanting to see it so you can feel benevolent."

The Doctor twitched slightly. "Of course not," he said, a little too quickly.

Fitz looked incredibly smug. "Alright then, but you're paying us in."

Anji didn't know much about art, but she knew what she hated.

"That's crap," she said.

"I think it's very nice. And it's won a lot of awards."

She looked at the Doctor sceptically. "So what is it then?"

"Oh, well, it's... It's a... Look, you don't have to know what it is to be able to appreciate it."

She smirked and turned away to look for Fitz. "Where's the chimney?"

"What? Oh, I'm sure he's around here somewhere."

"A fiver says he's been arrested."

The Doctor looked at her sternly. "Anji Kapoor, that wasn't fair. Fitz might be a bit rough around the edges, but he's a very kind, very sensitive person. And law-abiding, more or less. He's probably admiring some of the artwork."

"Or some of the local population. Unless you think that's an unfair assessment as well?"

"Well, he can be a bit..."

Anji jumped as a badly-digitised rendition of the 'Rainbow' theme started blaring from her jacket.

"You were supposed to switch that off," he said, as people around them started to glare.

"Sorry," she mumbled, and retrieved the phone from her clothing. She'd asked the Doctor what he'd done to get reception on it so far from anywhere with a Vodaphone aerial, but hadn't understood him past the word 'well'.

"It's Fitz," she whispered, unnecessarily. She hit the call button and lifted it to her ear.

"...does this thing...oh, hello. It's me."

"It said so on the phone."

"Oh, right. Umm..."

She listened intently, glancing up at the Doctor every now and then.

"OK," she said, "We'll be right there."

She hung up and turned back to the Doctor. "You owe me five quid," she said.

Fitz was seriously beginning to consider getting some sort of loyalty card for being arrested. Or maybe some sort of system where you could get stamps from every different planet you got arrested on and sent off for a free gift when you had enough different one. The loyalty card seemed like a good idea, but he'd never get arrested enough by the same people to build up enough points. Besides, what would the reward be? You get beaten up less on your hundredth arrest?

These people hadn't actually tried any police brutality on him though, which was a change. And they'd let him phone Anji when he'd demanded his one phone call. He'd thought about adding that in his culture it was traditional to just let the prisoner go free after a few minutes, but reckoned that nobody was that gullible. The Doctor could have gotten away with that one, of course, but he was... well, he was the Doctor.

He'd phoned Anji precisely because the Doctor would have gotten himself freed by now, and would have wasted the entire call demanding to know what he'd done this time. But Anji understood the failings of mere mortals, and wouldn't have expected him to have escaped by now using a piece of sting and some chewing gum he'd found in his pockets.

Just in case though, he turned out his own pockets. The guards here were actually quite lax, and if he'd been anything other than the arrestee he'd probably have complained about them by now. Still, it meant he had his stuff, even if they had taken the phone away from him. So... one lighter, black; one packet of fags, Marlboro Reds, eight remaining; one elastic band, small; one jelly baby, deceased; fourteen coins of various types and denominations; one bus ticket, return to Glenrothes, now out of date.

He bet the Doctor would have had a skeleton key and a lump of plastic explosive, the smug git.


He looked up, shoving the array of junk back into his jacket pockets. "That's Kreiner."

"You're getting out."

Result! He scrambled to his feet and sauntered calmly through the now open door. He vaguely considered getting a stamp for his loyalty card before remembering that he'd invented that in his head five minutes ago. Never mind, maybe next time.

The guard took him out to a small room where the Doctor and Anji sat waiting for him.

"I wanted to leave you there for a few days," said Anji, "But he was dead set on getting you out."

"I'll remember that for the next time you get locked up." But she was smiling, and looked relieved.

"I explained that you didn't mean to start the fight," said the Doctor. "How were you to know that lighting a fire was highly offensive on that man's world?"

"It was only a match. Did you get my phone back?"

Anji handed the Nokia to him and he crammed it into his pockets, feeling the fag packet crumple slightly under the new weight. "Right then, let's get out of this place."

The Doctor shook his head. "We have to wait for the curator to turn up and give us a form to sign. In triplicate," he said, dismayed. "Why is it always in triplicate? Don't people trust a verbal agreement these days?"

"Not if you're the one doing the talking, they don't."

The Doctor looked pained, "Fitz..." "Ah, you must be the... you!"


"Do you know this man, Doctor?" Anji had a very bad feeling about this, and mentally kicked herself for unconsciously referencing Star Wars. She really had to get out more.

"I don't think... oh."

"Oh?" The curator had turned bright green, which probably wasn't good, as he'd started out blue.

"This isn't about that... thing, is it?"

"Oh, bollocks," muttered Anji.

"That 'thing' was the pride of our Centauri collection!"

"Ah, but it wasn't actually yours, now was it?"

The curator gave him a look. A dangerous look, reckoned Fitz, though he couldn't quite tell, what with the scales and all.

"You stole an antique, inestimably valuable statuette from our museum."

"You did?" Anji looked very worried and slightly impressed.

"Well, 'stole' is a very subjective term. I prefer to look at it is returning a misplaced object to its original owners."

"Oh, so you sold it then." The curator beckoned to the guards and Fitz started to back away from the argument.

"Why would I want to sell it? I just gave it back to them. They were very grateful."

Fitz put a hand on Anji's arm and pulled her away, "Whatever he's done, it's nothing to do with us."


"Shh! There's no point us getting into trouble as well."

The Doctor backed him up, "They had nothing to do with this. They were on Earth at the time."

Anji frowned, "We were?"

"Yes, we were in Blackpool. And I slipped off to the TARDIS to do some repairs. And then I had to test the repairs, and..."

"You said you'd only be gone five minutes!"

"Well, I was. In a way."

The room fell into silence for a moment. Finally, Anji said, "I don't suppose you've got a good lawyer, Doctor?"

They sat in the cafeteria, staring into cooling cups of tea.

"I can't believe they actually arrested him."

"I can," said Fitz, "On account of being there to see it happen."

"And you just left him!"

"Yeah, but how were we supposed to rescue him if we were locked up too? Besides, he's probably escaped by now."

Anji looked around the empty cafeteria. "Oh, yeah?"

"Anyway, they were quite keen on the idea of paying them compensation. Very capitalist of them. You should get a job here."

"Oh, very funny, Fitz. Shame we haven't actually got any money, isn't it?"

He flinched slightly at the icy tone and shrugged. "Well, it's a start. Besides, we don't really need to pay them, I was just stalling for time."

"Time to do what?"

"Well, rescue him, obviously."

Anji stared at him. "I work in finance, and you're... well, you. How exactly are we qualified to rescue anyone?"

"We've seen it done often enough."

"Yeah, we've seen him rescue us. That's not really very helpful right now, is it?"