The Doctor on the Hunting Ground
The TARDIS materialised in a park.
The Doctor looked at the scanner. “Strange,” she said.
“What's strange?” Yas Khan asked.
“We've landed on solid ground, yet the scanner says we're moving at 20 kilometers per hour,” the Doctor answered.
“You sure it isn't malfunctioning, Doc?” Graham O'Brien asked.
“No, It's working perfectly,” the Doctor answered. “It also says we're somewhere in western Europe.”
“So, we go out?” Ryan Sinclair asked.
“Yes.”
The group left the TARDIS int the park. “Looks like an ordinary park,” Graham said.
“Then why do I feel like we're moving?” Ryan asked.
Yas went over to a railing on one side of the park. “Guys.”
Graham went over and looked where Yas was looking. The landscape wasn't staying still. “Where are we?” he wondered.
“This isn't a town,” the Doctor said. “This is a Traction City!”
“A traction what, now?” Graham asked.
The TARDIS materialised in a park.
The Doctor looked at the scanner. “Strange,” she said.
“What's strange?” Yas Khan asked.
“We've landed on solid ground, yet the scanner says we're moving at 20 kilometers per hour,” the Doctor answered.
“You sure it isn't malfunctioning, Doc?” Graham O'Brien asked.
“No, It's working perfectly,” the Doctor answered. “It also says we're somewhere in western Europe.”
“So, we go out?” Ryan Sinclair asked.
“Yes.”
The group left the TARDIS int the park. “Looks like an ordinary park,” Graham said.
“Then why do I feel like we're moving?” Ryan asked.
Yas went over to a railing on one side of the park. “Guys.”
Graham went over and looked where Yas was looking. The landscape wasn't staying still. “Where are we?” he wondered.
“This isn't a town,” the Doctor said. “This is a Traction City!”
“A traction what, now?” Graham asked.