I'm calling this entry Day One because I don't know when we are exactly. And even if I did, it would be "something-or-other-millions" of years BC. So Day One is as good a heading as any.
We're here in what the Doctor says is 'the Jurassic era' because back in 1970s London a bunch of crazy scientists built a device to transport themselves to the past, along with a supposed 'spaceship' full of volunteers who thought they were travelling to a different planet. Well, the volunteers have been disabused of that notion, thanks to yours truly walking out of their 'airlock' to prove a point. But we couldn't prevent Whitaker pulling the time switch. The Doctor eventually managed to reach the lever and prevent us going any further back in time, but – well, I'm really not sure what we're going to do now.
Brigadier Lethbridge-Stewart, who seemed to recover from the shock of transition quicker than anyone except the Doctor – military training, perhaps? - demanded that the Doctor, or Whitaker or somebody took us right back where we'd come from. That was when the Doctor dropped the bombshell that there was insufficient power in the system to take us anywhere.
"Not so much as a couple of days, Brigadier," he said, and I could see the Brigadier trying to take that in.
His face pretty much reflected what I was feeling myself – puzzlement, disbelief, shock. He looked from Grover and Whitaker to his revolver, as though deciding whether to use the weapon or not, and I saw the Doctor move to step between them. But the Brigadier shook his head, holstered his gun, and growled "They're not worth wasting bullets on." Then he walked across to where the Doctor was standing, braced his hands on his hips and said, "Doctor, there has to be a way out of here!"
"What about the sleeper ship?" I said, as I went to stand behind the Brig, "I mean, the whole thing came with us, didn't it? Doesn't it have its own power supply?"
"I doubt it'll be enough, Sarah," said the Doctor, "Not without an external power source to boost the generator – and the power sources are all about a hundred million years in the future." Then he must have read something in the Brigadier's face, because he did that jaw-rub thing he does when he's thinking, and when he spoke again his voice had lost its hard edge. "Alright. Alright, I'll take a look. But I make no guarantees."
That was hours ago.
I tagged along with the Doctor for a while, but it was obvious that I was just in the way. So I went back to the fake ship's compartments, and found Adam organising an audit of supplies; and the Brigadier about to lead the few UNIT men he had with him on a recce of the immediate area. I would have liked to have gone outside to take a look around, but none of the men would hear of it – sexist swine! So I joined in the audit instead, and was glad I did when I found the notepads and pens in one of the storage drawers.
I can hear Ruth calling – something about supper, which sounds like a great idea. Haven't eaten since… I can't recall.
Supper. That means the day is nearly over.
I hope there won't be too many more days for me to record, before we get back where we belong.