Restored

The Shakespeare Code

The TARDIS shakes, causing Raelle and Martha to grip the railing beside them for dear life. They had just set off after convincing Martha to join them on an adventure. So far, the Doctor's flying skills would be enough to make her change her mind. "But how do you travel in time? What makes it go?" Martha shouted out over the shaking bangs the TARDIS produces, with the Doctor winding a device beside the console as they flew.

"Oh, let's take the fun and mystery out of everything." He spoke sarcastically. "Martha, you don't want to know. It just does. Hold on tight." He warned the pair, as he clamps on the brakes. The TARDIS comes to a halt, causing Martha to fall to the floor. Raelle, use to the unpredictability of the TARDIS, managed to remain upright.

Martha scoffed, looking up at Raelle. "Blimey. Do you have to pass a test to fly this thing?" She remarked. Raelle held a hand out to her to help her up which Martha kindly took.

The Doctor nodded. "Yes-"

"He most likely failed it." Raelle added, chuckling with Martha.

He cleared his throat, giving the pair a pointed look. "Now, make the most of it." He directs his look to Martha, grabbing his coat as he runs towards the TARDIS doors. "I promised you one trip, and one trip only." He pauses, back against the doors, as Raelle and Martha stood by the console, an excited look on Martha's face. "Outside this door, brave new world."

"Where are we?" Martha asked, eyes gleaming in excitement.

Raelle nodded her head towards the doors. "Take a look." She encouraged Martha, who looked back expectedly at Raelle. "After you." Raelle grinned as Martha made her way to the doors, opening them to where they had landed.

Raelle pulls the TARDIS door closed behind her as she takes in their location. In front of her was a street, filled with people getting along with their evening. Washing hangs on lines below the overhanging eaves, with kids running about. "Oh, you are kidding me." Martha stated, gobsmacked. "You are so kidding me. Oh, my God, we did it. We travelled in time. Where are we? No, sorry. I got to get used to this whole new language. When are we?"

"Mind out." The Doctor pulls Raelle and Martha back by the arms, narrowly missing a man emptying his slop bucket from an upstairs window.

"Gardez l'eau!" The man calls out from above.

Raelle crinkles her nose, as the smell makes its way to her nostrils. "Obviously somewhere before the invention of the toilet." She remarked.

"Sorry about that." The Doctor added, frowning at the spot the bucket hit on the floor.

Martha shook her head, smiling. "I've seen worse. I've worked the late night shift A+E. But are we safe?" She asked, looking between the Doctor and Raelle as they made their way down the street. "I mean, can we move around and stuff?"

"Of course we can. Why do you ask?"

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

"Oh yeah, like Back to the Future." Raelle nodded in agreement, causing the Doctor to roll his eyes.

He smiled sarcastically. "Tell you what then, don't step on any butterflies. What have butterflies ever done to you?" He remarked to Martha.

"What if, I don't know, what if I kill my grandfather?" Martha retorted.

"Are you planning to?"

"No."

"Well, then." The Doctor gave her a pointed look, signalling to Raelle he wanted this conversation over.

"Are we in London?" Raelle asked, linking arms with Martha as they walked beside the Doctor.