"Well, damn." I project a telekinetic shield around us.

The Doctor reached into his inside pocket and pulled out a circular object with circles and squiggles decorating it.
Withdrawing his hand behind his head, he threw the object at the attackers. He sat on the floor watching the Objects progress through the air.

"What was that?"

"Smoke bomb. Gallifrey style." he said shakily. "they'll be out for three hours." he smiled. "Handy ain't it?"

"Yeah, I'd say so."

The Doctor smiled as he struggled to his feet. They carried on for another five minutes, the Doctor stumbling twice as they came to a corner. Walking casually foreward, the Doctor spotted a little or creature with large welts all over it's body. The Doctor drew back as he recognised what it was.

"Oh, for the love of- What now? Not bad enough we're being shot at..."

The Doctor stumbled and fell on a barrel as the creature advanced on them.

"It's... a ... Zygon!" he gasped through gritted teeth. "Don't let it touch you. Burns your skin." he strugled up. "Sting of the Zygons. Is it that time yet? have you met me and the fantastic Martha Jones yet?"

The Zygon didn't reply but lunged for them.

I stop it's movement, suspending it in mid-air.

The Doctor smirked. "Nice one." he looked around and spotted a deep barrel. "Put it in there."

He paused.

"Please."

The Zygon floats over, and drops in.

The Doctor nodded his approval and continued foreward.

"Don't you think it's weird that there are no people?" he said after a few seconds of silent walking.

"Then who shot the arrows at us?"

The Doctor looked around at him.

"Them."

In the distance, groups of robots could be seen marching towards them.

"Oh. OK. Then yeah, it's weird. Where did they go, assuming they were even here?" I send a psychic command to the robots, telling them to shut down.