I slide out into the warehouse I've selected. It doesn't have much, but the privacy it affords me is the most important part. I put all the parts I've collected together, and start building the temporal compensator.

Inside the tardis alarm bells start to ring.

"ok now what is it, ow intresting a temperal flux"he said smiling "got to invstigate " he pulles a leaver and his a second soon he feels a bump as the tardis lands .

I turn. What the hell is that? Looks like a police box.

pulling open the door the doctor notices a man stood facing him he looked like a one man army.

"Hi"he said smiling and stepping out "my names the doctor and who might you be?" he asks

Deca gives me an alert when he mentions his name. "The Doctor. A Timelord. The Last, if I'm not mistaken."

The doctor stands watching the man.

"ok don't no skin off my nose"he said "but tell me this why do you have a dementional transporter"suddenly a beep comes from his pocket "oops "he says and pulls out a small box "this place is rife with dementonal residue."he said loking at the box.

I point my plasma rifle at the box. "What is that?"

The doctor runnes his hands therew his hair "thats erm my ship its called the Tardis stands for Time and relative demention in space" he says as he moves around the room.

"I know about that. And what was that beeping?"

The doctor loked down at the box he held "ow this , its just something i put together you wouldn't understand"he said thrusting it back into his pocket, "so you never told me your name"he said walking abck over to him.

Deca informs me that revealing my name is safe enough. "Cable."

the doctor raises an eye brow " and do yo always do travel with a dementonal transporter.?" he asks "myself at the moment am companion free and foot loose, just going where i please that was till i locked on to a strange signel "

"I usually do, yes."

the doctor looked at it "looks like its from the 31st century" he said "humm time travaler too hey" he stepped back "and a rather violent on at that" he said folding his arms.

"Gotta be. Violent century."