Remembering the Forgotten [2] (The Parallel Series) ✓

The Shakespeare Code

"Where are we even going?" Rita asked the Doctor as he started to press buttons while holding on to the console as it continued to jolt.

"London, 1599"

"What and not get the date wrong?"

"Shut up"

"Never" He groaned at her continuing to press buttons on the console.

"But how do you travel in time?" Martha asked. "What makes it go?"

"Oh, let's take the fun and mystery out of everything. Martha, you don't want to know."

"Seriously it's honestly quite boring." Rita told her.

"Hold on tight." The Doctor told Martha. The TARDIS jolted to a stop. Martha fell to the floor. So did Rita who would have also collided with the TARDIS grating if the Doctor hadn't grabbed her arm and stopped her.

"Thanks" she muttered brushing her clothes. "Maybe I should take control next time?" She hummed and he rolled his eyes at her.

Martha groaned standing up. "Blimey. Do you have to pass a test to fly this thing?"

"Yes, and I failed it."

"That makes two of us then" Rita laughed. "Still better than you."

"Now, make the most of it." The Doctor told Martha. "I promised you one trip, and one trip only. Outside this door, brave new world."

"Where are we?" Martha asked stopping by the door and looked back at the Time Lords watching her by the console. "Take a look" the Doctor told her. Martha looked over at Rita who just nodded towards the door. She gulped and then stepped outside to find herself standing in an Elizabethan street. People in old fashioned clothes roamed around the street buzzing and chatting living their lives with old houses and people hanging up clothes on the washing lines.

"Oh, you are kidding me." She gasped looking at them both. "You are so kidding me. Oh, my God, we did it. We travelled in time. Where are we?" She asked then held a hand up shaking her head. "No, sorry. I got to get used to this whole new language. When are we?" A mans voice shouting was then heard from the window directly above and the Doctor looked up. "Mind out." He warned them pulling Rita and Martha back as the man emptied the contents of his bucket from the upstairs window.

"Somewhere before the invention of the toilet. Sorry about that." The Doctor muttered.

"I've seen worse. I've worked the late night shift A+E." Martha then looked at them a little worried. "But are we safe? I mean, can we move around and stuff?" Rita frowned at her odd question and then looked at the Doctor who looked at her as well.

"Of course we can. Why do you ask?" The Doctor questioned asking what Rita was thinking.

"It's like in the films. You step on a butterfly, you change the future of the human race."

"Oh Martha" Rita placed a hand on her shoulder and patted it. "Let's not step on any butterflies then."

"What have butterflies ever done to you?" The Doctor asked slightly frowning.

"What if, I don't know," Martha looked at them. "What if I kill my grandfather?"

"Are you planning to?"

"No." She replied to the Doctor then looked down feeling a little stupid.

"Well, then."

"And this is London?" Martha asked looking around at the surroundings in awe.