callisto, an alien from a far away planet, is trapped in a museum of alien artefacts. a man with no name and only a job title finds her and invites her to join him and his companion through space and time.
invasions happen, strange visits and many m...
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LANCE STARED AFTER donna as she fled from the reception after the doctor and callisto, the couple unfamiliar and odd, therefore absolutely terrifying. donna chased through the building and out of the front door where the pair were stood on the gravel, the doctor examining this head of a robot with his sonic screwdriver still.
"there's someone behind this, directing the roboforms." the doctor explained.
"but why is it me? what've i done?" donna asked, desperate to know why she was a target with such a dull life.
"if we find the controller, we'll find that out." the doctor replied, before something on his screwdriver took his interest. "ooh!" he lifted his arm towards the sky. "it's up there. something in the sky!"
he ran off, chasing the signal as fast as he could to try and get an exact point. lance rushed out of the building and began to question donna hurriedly. the whole time, callisto eyed the man who glared heatedly at her a few times in between words. ambulances turned up for those who had unfortunately been injured by the robots.
the doctor ran back over, shoving his sonic screwdriver into his inside pocket, "i've lost the signal! donna, we've gotta get to your office. h.c. clements, i think that's where it all started. lance! is it lance? lance! can you give us a lift?"
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lance drove the four of them to h.c. clements as the doctor asked (demanded). once there, they ran into the empty building and donna lead them straight to her office without argument for once.
"to you lot, this might just be a locksmith, but h.c. clements was brought up 23 years ago by the torchwood institute." the doctor explained to the nearly married couple while callisto began to type away on a computer with fast fingers.
"who're they?" donna asked, holding onto the back of an office chair.
"they were behind the battle of canary wharf." the doctor stated and donna stared blankly at him.
"cyberman invasion." callisto prompted and donna held her head out further, silently asking what the fuck a cyberman was.
"skies over london, full of daleks?" the doctor asked.
"i was in spain." donna shrugged.
"they had cybermen in spain. they had them everywhere." callisto muttered.
"scuba diving." donna shot back and lance pulled his lips into a thin line, glancing at her in annoyance.
"that big picture, donna, you keep on missing it." the doctor hummed as callisto rushed to another computer, bashing it on the top to try and make it work faster. "torchwood was destroyed, but h.c. clements stayed in business. i think someone else came in and took—"
SLAM, callisto bashed the computer again, harder.
"— over the operation." the doctor finished, watching the angered woman fondly.
