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A Time Lord Never Forgets

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A screech echoed across the landscape. An old blue police box blinked into existence. Battered by the wind, three motley figures stepped out. The first was a dishevelled man, followed by a girl in a glittering catsuit and a strapping young lad in a kilt. They scanned the rocky, barren scene. The dishevelled man picked a direction and walked in it, trailed by his companions.

In the distance, two more strangers crouched behind a boulder.
  "Why are we hiding?" a red-haired young woman hissed.
  "Slight snag, Pond," muttered a gangling man in tweed. "I a-tiny-bit forgot I've been here before..."