he brilliant white alien interior glowed and deep within the craft its engine emitted a smooth hum. In the middle of a large room, around a five-sided console that was decorated with bizarre and wondrous instruments that flashed and buzzed and at its centre a column rose and fell, a white haired old man, called the Doctor, his faced serious and sullen, studied several mechanisms.

'Most strange, most strange.' he muttered.

'What is it Grandfather?' said Susan, his Granddaughter. The young girl dressed in black leggings and a white and red striped top walked over and place a hand on his shoulder.

'These readings are peculiar to say the least.'

'What do they say?'

'Detecting fluctuating pockets of un-sequential time distillation.'

'Huh?'

'Exactly! Most extraordinary.'

'Oh.' Susan sighed.

'Hmm?'

'Do you think we’ll ever return home?' she asked, her voice carrying the answer before it was given.

'No.' he replied. He then cleared his throat and put his arm around his Granddaughter. 'I hope so Susan.' he said, patting her gently on the shoulder. 'I hope so.'

'Quiet now child,' said the Doctor, as he leaned forward over the controls of the machine.

'Sorry, I just need some.'

'Some what?' he snapped back.

'Some-thing to do.'

'Oh, oh I suppose being cooped up with an old man can’t be terribly exciting.' he considered.

'I didn’t mean it like that.'

'No, you’re quite right, quite right! I think we could both do with stretching our legs.'

Susan grinned from ear to ear. 'Where shall we go?' she asked, resting her excited hands on the console of the ship.

'Hmm? Oh, somewhere fun?' he said, purposefully giving her the answer she wanted to hear.

'That would be, err, lovely!' she answered, surprised at his suggestion.

'Don’t sound so flabbergusted, gasted child,' he said, correcting himself, 'I was a young man once upon a time!' The Doctor straightened his posture, put his hand on his hips and puffed out his chest. Susan laughed.

'Oh, what’s so funny, hmm?'

'I can’t imagine you ever being young!' she giggled.

'Oh, can’t you now?' he questioned, 'Well, I was!' And with that he flicked a switch on the console.

'Yes Grandfather.' she replied, with a smirk as the craft shuddered and shook its engines heaving for a few seconds before it abruptly landed. 'I don’t think I’ll ever get used to those bumpy landings.'

'Yes, it is taking a while to get used to the precise principles and functions of the craft. But practice makes perfect. Check the radiation levels would you, Susan.'

'Yes Grandfather.'

'How are they looking?' he immediately enquired.

'Fine, fine.' she replied looking at the gauge in front of her.

'Yes, good, oxygen and gravity levels are suitable.' he said to himself, as he whizzed around the ships console checking some of the instruments. 'Fetch my cloak would you.'

Susan sighed, trying to resist the temptation to fling the doors wide-open and run straight out into where ever it was and when ever it was they had landed.

Susan took her own denim jacket and her Grandfather’s cloak from the coat stand.

'I wonder where we are?' she said, as they put their apparel on.

'We shall soon find out? And one day I may get around to working out how to properly use the destination calendar on the console there. Come along then, let’s see what awaits.'