Upon materialization (and finishing the...activity...in which they were involved) Lestor and Quandhee opened the doors to his TARDIS (still in its "TITS" form, of course) and walked out into the corridors of the unknown TTC they found themselves in, the extremely long "frustration scarf" around the blonde Terran's neck, shoulders, waist and left leg. Irwin, of course, had been left behind.
Their first order of business, of course, was to fin the main doors to this Time Travel Capsule, as that would allow them to either leave if it was materialized somewhere, or pilot it to a known location, This was important, as Lestor's CURRENT TARDIS was, in his view, not "minty" enough, and he needed to replace it.
The layout of this new TTC was somewhat more labyrinthine than most he was used to, owing to its lengths of identical, white hallways leading to identical white rooms. In fact, traveling in what they believed was a straight line caused them to come across Lestor's own TARDIS 46 times in under an hour. It was at this time they decided to walk in a circle.
Eventually, they located the console room and were greeted by the silver-haired Time Lord and his granddaughter as they were entering from a scrap yard outside. Their perplexed looks indicated that Lestor had to do some quick thinking.
"Ummm.... Yes... Hello. I'm...ummm...John....uhhh...Smith. And this is....Madam Nostradamus." He stammered, reaching into his pocket, not realizing he dropped his sonic lance on the floor.
"Yes. I'm Madam Nosferatu, like he said," Quandee continued, "I made this for you." The blonde Terran began extricating herself from the masses that were her "frustration scarf".
A few minor pleasantries were exchanged with the befuddled Time Lord and Lady before Lestor and his companion managed to convince the former to let them out of their TARDIS.
It was London in 1963 and now the two of them were without a means of getting back.The advantage, however, was that they had left Irwin in the TARDIS they had abandoned in the broom cupboard.
It was fortunate that, a block further on, the were greeted by a materializing, black-bird-emblazoned pyramid, piloted by my sister.
This may all seem like some tangent, but it serves to explain why, twenty minutes after Killing Time was reunited on Bruce, there was a knock on my TARDIS door and I opened it to find a Gallifreyan "message hypercube" containing a Cease and Desist command from a Gallifreyan solicitor telling us to "Leave the Doctor the Belgium alone!"
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