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..."