"Barclay, we're holding on to this" I say handing the phone to the Doctor.
"Hey, you'd better bring it back" the Doctor, Christina and I leave the bus. Nathan is still patiently trying to dig out the wheels, the three of us trudge past him and out to the dunes again to take pictures of the approaching storm.
"Send this back to Earth. See if Malcolm can analyse the storm" the Doctor says.
"There's something in those clouds. Something shining. Look" Christina says.
"Like metal. Why would there be metal in a storm?" I ask.
"Did you hear something?" Christina asks.
"Hold on. Busy" the Doctor says as him and I continue to take photos.
"There was a noise, like a sort of" something looks at them with multifaceted eyes.
"Seer, Doctor" an alien is standing on the skyline. A short time later the alien, a biped with an insect head, chitters and points a weapon. The Doctor and I reply in clicks and chitters.
"That's wait. I shout wait, people usually wait" the Doctor says.
"You two speak the language?" Christina asks.
"Every language" the Doctor says as I chitter to the alien "that's begging for mercy" the alien gestures with its weapon.
"That means move."
"Ooo, you're learning" the Doctor says.
"These fly things, they must be responsible. They brought us here" Christina says as they are taken to a wreck in the desert.
"No, no, no, no, no. Look at the ship. It's a wreck. They crashed, just like us" I say.
*Time skip*
"Oh, but this place is freezing" Christina says.
"Mmm. The hull's made of photafine steel. Turns cold when it's hot. Boiling desert outside, freezing ship inside. Since we met you, Christina, we've been through all the extremes" the Doctor says.
"That's how I like things, extreme."
"Oh, this is beautiful. Intact, it must have been magnificent. A proper streamlined deep spacer" I say.
"I'll remember that as I'm being slowly tortured. At least I'm bleeding on the floor of a really well-designed spaceship" Christina says, two aliens chitter at them. One of them touches a round purple device on his overall.
"Oh, right, good. Yes. Hello. That's a telepathic translator. He can understand us" the Doctor says.
"Still sounds like gibberish to me" Christina says.
"That's what I said. He can understand us. It doesn't work the other way round" the Doctor says, the alien starts to chitter so I translate.
"You will suffer for your crimes, etcetera. You have committed an act of violence against the Tritovore race. Tritovores. They're called Tritovores. You came here in the two hundred to destroy us. Sorry, what's the two hundred?" I ask.
"It's the bus. Number two hundred. They mean the bus" Christina says.
"Oh. No, look, I think you're making the same mistake Christina did. I'm the Doctor this is the Seer, by the way, and this is Christina. The Honourable Lady Christina. At least I hope she's honourable. We got pulled through that wormhole. The two hundred doesn't look like that normally. It's broken, just the same as you" the Doctor says, the alien lowers his weapon.
"What are they doing?"
"They believe me."
"What, as simple as that?"
