Chapter 2

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Location: Space

As the team was getting ready for a hard days work, unknown to them there was a strange cylinder shape floating in space. This unremarkable cylinder appeared to be a piece of random space junk, but in fact it was a bigger-on-the-inside time and space traveling machine called a TARDIS. Its owner was a Time Lady from the planet Gallifrey, many light years away from Earth, known only as the Historian.

Currently the Historian was half hidden under a mushroom shaped console filled with many  futuristic buttons, switches and levers. She was trying to fix the dematrilization circuit, which is what allowed the TARDIS to move from place to place. If the muffled shouts and curses were anything to go by, it wasn't going very well. There was a small, metal robotic dog with K-9 emblazoned on its  that was trying to give instructions which were promptly being ignored.

"Shut up K-9. I don't need your help. I know how to fix my TARDIS!" the Historian shouted from her position on the floor

The metal dog stopped talking although it was obvious that the Historian did in fact need help in the repairing of her TARDIS.
After a few more minutes of banging, clanging and more shouts the disheveled Historian's upper body slowly revealed itself she pulled herself out from under the console. She stood up and stretched, looking at her you could easily believe she was an alien.

The first thing you would notice about her was her hair, it was knee length and pure white. She had a pair of goggles that were perched on top of her head. Her eyes were a piercing blue, the kind that if she looked at you long enough it felt like she was reading your mind and being an alien you might very well be. She wore a dark brown long sleeve shirt with a tool belt around her waist, white jeans and black lace-up boots that went to her knees.

"Right K-9, I'm going to go get something to eat you stay here," the Historian told K-9.  

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