The Doctor was right behind Leanne, his long legs quickly closing the gap between them. He took out the vial containing the alien extract and scanned the molecular information with his sonic screwdriver. He then pointed it away from him, perpendicular to his body, until the screwdriver began beeping at an alarming rate. It had caught the aliens' essence.

"Oh, we've got them now!" he cried. Allons-y!" And, with that he dashed off, arm still flung out in front of him.

"Their home? What does he mean by their home? What are we even doing here?" Jeramy said a little breathlessly. He had caught up, and was now following right behind them.

Leanne looked back at him and said. "Maybe you should wait in the car Jer...Things are going to get a little weird."

"Look, are you LARPing some stupid sci-fi role play?" He said with an eyebrow raised.

"Jer..." Leanne began to say, trying to think of something that would get her friend back out of harm's way. However, it was too late as she spotted the familiar form of an alien circling around them. "Doctor...I think they've spotted us."

Hearing Leanne, the Doctor skidded to a stop and spun around, mentally berating himself for always running ahead. Two midget formed aliens came out, along with ray guns pointed at Leanne and her friend. No wait, not ray guns, these were different..."LOOK OUT!" he shouted. But it was too late. A net shot out, and the two were captured. The aliens began to drag them away, their strength to body size ratio comparable to ants.

Leanne let out a yelp as she and Jeramy were pulled along the rough concrete. "Oh, great!" she yelled to no one in particular,

"What in the name of Tolkien is going on?" Jeramy shouted as he struggled rather pointlessly to fight his way out of the net.

"Hold on, Leanne!" called the Doctor. He started to run after them and then had to duck and roll as another net shot out, nearly capturing him. Unfortunately, he would have to shake off the aliens before he could catch up to and free the captives. He slid behind a trash bin, and waited… or would have.

One of the small aliens had snuck up behind him. It grabbed onto the Doctor's ankle, viciously biting onto his leg with small wicked teeth.

"Arrgh!" the Doctor cried out, more in anger than in pain. "GET. OFF. ME," he snarled. When it didn't comply, he shook his leg vigorously and the little thing went flying into a wall with a crash. With a quick glance to see if there were any more of them lurking about, he went to the slumped figure in the wall, and began shaking it.

"Where are they taking my friends!" he demanded. The thing was still unconscious.

He shook it some more, and during the process the hood fell off to reveal a lumpy orange-red head with the texture of gravel. Its eyes finally opened, revealing slit pupils surrounded by a fiery red. It shot the Doctor a glare, but the Doctor was not in the mood for nonsense. "I will ask you one more time," he said quite coldly. "Where. Are. My. FRIENDS."

The thing gave out a thin, grating chuckle. "The pit," it hissed. "Needs to be fed, it does. Fun to watch."

"Pit? What pit?" he demanded, thinking to himself, Nothing good has ever lived in a pit.

However, the creature had slumped back down. It was then that the Doctor noticed the massive hemorrhaging from the back of the alien's head. It was dead. He gave it a look of disgust, though it was mixed slightly with pity and guilt. He had not meant to kill it when he had shaken it off. He closed its eyes and set off, moving cautiously and keeping to the shadows.

Back outside the drugstore, and dressed in running shorts and a tank top, was a very tall girl. She was staring at the blue police box, her eyes filled with disbelief. A few moments before, she had seen two extremely recognizable individuals dash out from this blue box and jump into a car.

One was Leanne, whom she had not seen in ages, and didn't even know she was back in town. The other… She had begun to think that the whole thing had been just a dream, that the heat of Paris had gone to her head. Yet here was his blue box, the one he had talked about. The one she had refused to see. And it was real.

She ran her hands along the smooth wood, not noticing passersby did not even spare her or the blue box a single glance. Should I wait for them? she began to wonder. It was then that she heard the ringing.

It was a high pitched, but not unpleasant, noise, coming from below and a bit to the right of where she was standing. The girl walked the few paces and stooped over. A small, undistinguishable key was sitting on the pavement, and with a slightly trembling hand, she picked it up. The ringing stopped.

And, as though it were a dream, she drifted back to the blue box. Her hand trembling even more now, she fit the key into the lock and turned it. The door swung open silently, and what the girl saw there was going to change her life forever.