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The strange noise that the TARDIS made when traveling faded, but the Doctor didn't raise his eyes from the console. He kept muttering things like, "that's odd," and "I wonder…"
Leela had traveled with him long enough to know what this meant. "We are lost again," she announced.
"No!" He responded with a low roar that would have seemed threatening if every sound he made didn't have a strange undercurrent of humor in it.
Besides, Leela did not threaten easily. "Whenever this machine jerks while we are traveling and you look confused, you don't know where we are."
"Well, yes, but that's not to say we're lost, precisely." He bent his head again, so that she was looking at his mop of curls instead of his face.
"You have explained this several times, but I still don't understand the difference."
He stepped around the console, still poking at it. "Well, for one thing, we appear to be on Earth. You can't call that lost. The planet's practically a second home to me."
"But not to me." Before Leela could continue the argument she was distracted by the sound of something banging loudly on the TARDIS door. She exchanged glances with the Doctor.
"Well, that hardly ever happens." He stood upright and moved toward the door, his long scarf swaying down to his ankles and trailing across the floor as he contemplated the meaning of the sound. "I wonder what that's about?"
The knocking became even louder and more insistent. It seemed to Leela that the most likely cause was someone requesting entrance, but she she knew that saying so would only start another argument. Determined to resolve the question herself, she moved toward the noise. Keeping one hand on the hilt of her knife, she opened the door a crack.
It was dark outside, but she made out the figure of a slender man standing in a grassy area covered with some sort of small monuments. As he leaned into the light leaking from the TARDIS, she saw that his eyes were an astonishing shade of blue and his hair an even more astonishing shade, yellow that was nearly white. His hands were on his hips and his lips were set in a pout, but Leela knew a hunter when she saw one, and she drew her knife. "What do you want?"
Not the least intimidated by her blade, he snarled, "Where's the Doctor?"