“Serenata!” The Doctor threw open the TARDIS doors to reveal that they were in deep space, “Pick a star, any star,” Sere wandered towards the open doors, staring out at the beautiful nebulas and clusters of stars that spun and twirled throughout the darkness of space in elegant harmony. There were so many, how could she possibly choose one star out of the thousands she could see? A large silver ship that resembled an upside spoon glided past them soundlessly, lights flashing up and down its back.
“Oh hello!” The Doctor yelled, waving at them as they passed, “I saved their planet once from a supernova,” He explained to Sere, “Have a safe trip!” He hollered, leaning out of the TARDIS. His feet slipped and he fell outside, spinning around in circles in the zero gravity.
“Don’t worry!” He cried to Sere, who looked rather worried. The Doctor was turned upside down by his momentum, “There’s about a kilometer wide air bubble around the entire TARDIS!” He told her, kicking his feet in an attempt to turn himself upright.
Sere laughed at his antics. “Well don’t just stand there –” He was almost completely upright now, looking past his toes at Sere, “Laughing at me, help me in!” He looked like a turtle overturned on top of his shell, rocking back and forth trying to get to the TARDIS.
Sere leaned out of the TARDIS, gripping the door for support, and stretched her hand out to the Doctor. She caught hold of his foot and dragged him towards the doors.
“Thank you,” He spluttered as he passed over the threshold. He landed with a thud on the floor, knocking all the air out of him with a loud ‘Oof!’
As he staggered to his feet, Sere pointed to a blood red star, second to the right of the nebula. “That one,” She murmured. She spoke the words as if they were foreign to her.
“Second star to the right and straight on till morning!” The Doctor hollered, racing up the stairs to the console. “Mind shutting the doors while you’re over there?” He called back to Sere. She nodded and slammed them shut. A resounding boom echoed through the TARDIS.
The whole control room tilted as the TARDIS whizzed through the vortex, the Doctor giggling like a school girl as he ran around the console flipping various switches.
“You can fly, you can fly, you can fly!” He sang at the top of his lungs. Sere climbed up the steps and clung to the guardrail for dear life.
When the Doctor glanced over at her, she offered him a smile – despite the thought in the back of her mind that they were going to crash, she was enjoying the ride.
In an alien side street, dusty with red sand, a blue box materialized out of the nothingness. It stirred up a huge cloud of red dust, frightening a flock of four legged chicken-like creatures that ran squawking away from it. The door creaked open and a funny looking man with floppy hair and a red bowtie stepped out. He was closely followed by a pale girl in a blue strapless summer dress and blue flats. Her white hair hung down to the middle of her back, a beautiful ivory curtain.
The Doctor closed his eyes and sniffed the air around them. He then crouched to scoop some of the red sand from the yellow paving stones into his mouth. “Eww,” He spat the stuff back out onto the ground.
“The planet Alcatta in the system Phenus 7,” He told Sere as he stood, clapping his hands together to rid them of the red dust.
Seemingly unimpressed, the pale girl wandered past him out of the alley and into the bright red sunlight. The Doctor followed her out, straightening his bowtie absently.
“Oh look its market day. I love a good market; they have vegetables and little trinkets and things,”
The road was lined with tents and carts, a huge crowd of people milling about looking at all they could buy. They were dressed in pale yellow tunics and head wraps, like Arabs dress on Earth. There was one major difference however between Alcatta and Earth – the people were not human. From beneath the head wraps, furry snouts protruded. If the Doctor had to compare them to an Earth animal, he would say they looked something like an anteater. They only had six digits on their hands, three per hand, and three toes per foot.
Sere wasn’t afraid of them however. Fascinated, but definitely not afraid.
The Doctor took hold of her hand, “Come on!” and led her into the throng of people. No one seemed to care that there were two very strange looking humans plowing their way through the crowd. A few children dressed in head wraps and tunics like their parents watched them with curiosity, but their elders pulled them away before they could get a closer look at the weird pair of humans.
They arrived at a tent on the opposite side of the road. The vendor was an elderly Alcattan with a graying muzzle. He wore a brown robe over his yellow tunic that identified him as a vendor.
“Hello, how may I help you?” His long tongue flicked out as he spoke, beady eyes watching them. The vendor did not wear a head wrap, and Sere could see that he had tiny ears on the top of his head that flicked away a few fly-like insects that landed there.
“We’re just looking around admiring this lovely market,” The Doctor told him, rifling through a pile of shiny silver trinkets.
“So you’re not looking for anything specific?” The anteater man asked, tilting his head to one side.
“No, no, nope, just wandering about,” The Doctor said with a smile. The vendor nodded, “If there is anything I can do for you today, let me know,”
The Doctor picked up a familiar looking eyepiece from the pile of junk, “Well there is one thing you could do,” The Doctor held up the eyepiece, examining it in the light.
“You can tell me where you got this,”
The Alcattan’s ears shot straight up, a snort escaping his nostrils, “I’m afraid I can’t tell you where I got that from. I…I don’t recall,”
The Doctor gave him a withering look, “Oh don’t be stupid, you know exactly where you got this from,”
The vendor wrung his paw-like hands together, his beady black eyes darting around wildly, “I don’t know what you mean sir,”
The Doctor leaned over the counter, shaking the eyepiece in his face, “This? You don’t know what this is? Don’t tell me you don’t! Because I know you do,” The Doctor’s voice dropped, threateningly quiet.
Sere’s eyes were fixated on the object, her pale face growing even paler as she recognized it from her memory of the wolf creature. In the Doctor’s hand, right in front of the vendor’s face, the center of the eyepiece began to glow red. They both looked down at the object, horrified.
“Ah. That’s bad. That’s very not good,” The vendor and the Doctor met each other’s eyes. Unspoken words passed between them in those few fleeting moments.
“Run?” Sere questioned, searching the Doctor’s face for an answer.
“Probably a good idea,” He replied.
The Doctor, Sere and the vendor who had identified himself as Veetle, ran down the crowded street. The Doctor paused for a moment, noticing the eyepiece was still in his hand, and flung it as far and as hard as he could in a random direction and sprinted after Sere and Veetle.
“This way!” Veetle ushered them into a yellow building under a colorful rug that was being used for a door. After a quick look around, Veetle dropped the rug back into place in the doorway and followed Sere and the Doctor inside. Sunlight slanted into the dusty room from a window in the wall. It cast a perfect square of light on the flagstones. There were candlesticks set all over the floor, the wax melted around the base from when they had been lit.
“What a nice place you have here Veetle,” The Doctor commented, examining another rug that hung on the wall. It had a very interesting pattern that resembled an eye.
“Thank you Doctor. I try to keep the dust out but it’s hard when you live in the desert,” He told them, jokingly. The entire planet was a desert; he couldn’t exactly live anywhere else. Veetle removed the robe he wore over his tunic. The yellow tunic was decorated with spiral designs on the hem and the sleeves. It was short enough that Sere could see his furry tail sticking out in the back. Veetle busied himself at a wooden cabinet, putting away his robe.
Sere looked back to the Doctor to find that he had seated himself on a small round pillow on the floor. He gestured for her to sit down on the one next to him, patting it so that a cloud of dust rose from it. Sere did as she was told. The moment she sat down, Veetle whirled around, a gun in his paw.
The Doctor threw his hands up into the air, “Okay let’s not do anything foolish!”
Veetle cocked the pistol, his tongue flicking out and in again.
“You really thought I had no idea that eyepiece still worked?” He asked them. The vendor made chuckling noises in his throat.
Veetle pointed the gun at Sere, “I serve the Wolf,”