The Doctor stood, alone, in the TARDIS. He'd travelled to so many places yet, believe it or not, he had barely seen 1% of the universe, though he knew pretty much everything about it. He was still thinking about all the people he'd lost, whether it was because they didn't want to stay with him any longer or he had to let them go. All he had left was the TARDIS. He didn't know where he would go next. After all, there were billions upon billions of places. He simply pressed the 'random' button on the TARDIS.

"Right, now where are we?" the Doctor muttered to himself, picking up his coat and stepping outside the doors. Well, there weren't any aliens pointing guns at him there. That was a good start. He was in what seemed to be some kind of store cupboard. He took a deep breath and stepped outside. There was still nobody there. Looking around the room he saw a large table, covered with a gold, silken tablecloth, walls painted bright gold and in the middle, a large, silvery-green statue.

"Now, what do we have here?" he said, pulling his glasses out his pocket. As his hand touched its smooth surface, the mouth began to open, revealing a glowing orange crystal. Due to his curious nature, he picked the stone up. No alarms went off so he assumed it was OK. He took a quick look around to check no-one was watching him. Seeing that he was obviously alone, he took out his sonic screwdriver and started to examine the crystal-like thing.

"Quite a performance," he heard a voice say behind him. He whipped around to see a rather handsome looking human man with slicked back chocolate-brown hair and wearing a bronze-ish shirt with white sleeves and tight fitting black trousers.

"Who are you?" he asked instantly.

"I play the leading man, who else?" the man said, smiling almost smugly. 'Hold on, I'M the leading man' the Doctor thought.

"Fran, the magicite," the man continued. The Doctor heard footsteps behind him and turned around to see a half human half rabbit person stood there. He tried to think of what species she might be. Off the top of his head, he could only think of a Hilker, a Gurrit or a Serraw. Though there were no humans on their planets.

"Now then, I'll take that," the human-rabbit hybrid said, holding out her hand.

She had a rather babyish sounding voice with a strong accent, but the Doctor couldn't quite make out what it was.

"What do you want with it?" the Doctor asked.

"Oh you know, this and that," the man said rather casually, as the human-rabbit hybrid walked over to stand next to him. Just before the Doctor could ask him what he meant by 'this and that', he heard the doors opening and voices shouting. Deciding the sensible thing was to run, he sprinted out the other door, only just being able to make out the last of the man's and the human-rabbit hybrid's conversation.

"Exit stage right," he heard the man say.

"The Gods do not smile on us"

"I like it better that way." Then he could hear their footsteps running closely behind him. He carried on running, not bothering to wait for the other two and not even knowing what he was running away from. He burst through the huge double doors, onto the enormous bridge outside. He saw a giant airship hovering above it, but thought nothing of it. He just kept running, like he always does wherever he goes. He could hear the shouts of the people below. He skidded to a halt and peered over the edge.

"What-" he began, but before he could finish his sentence, the airship fired. He managed to duck just in time but the people down below seemed less lucky. He heard some of their piercing final screams before scrambling to his feet.

"The Ifrit, eh? That's quite an entrance," the man had evidently managed to catch up with him, "impeccable timing. If I didn't know better, I'd say they were waiting all along…" he trailed off as the airship fired yet again. The Doctor took his chance to run.

"Stop running!" he heard the man shout, but he didn't look back. Just at that second, the human-rabbit hybrid came riding past him on what looked like some kind of hover bike. She stopped right in front of him, blocking his path.

"End of the line," the man shouted, approaching the Doctor, "you have something that belongs to me." The Doctor stared at the crystal that had been hanging loosely in his hand. Why was this thing so important to those two? It just looked like an ordinary crystal to him. Before he could think about it, a stream of soldiers came flooding out onto the bridge.

"Damn!" the man shouted, "Fran, let's move!" Before, the Doctor could even react, the man grabbed hold of his wrist and dragged him towards the hover. The man jumped onto the hover, still holding onto the Doctor. Before the Doctor could jump onto the seat behind him, the human-rabbit hybrid, or Fran, as she was evidently called, had already driven off the bridge. The Doctor quickly grabbed onto the man's wrist, as he could feel himself slipping already. He could feel the hover was swerving a lot and going up and down a lot. So this Fran wasn't very good at driving then?

"What's going on Fran?" the man shouted, gripping tighter onto the Doctor's wrist.

"I don't know. It's not heeding me,"

"Ugh, I don't have time for this," the man groaned. The airship fired again.

"Not good," the man said, just as the hover descended into complete and utter darkness.