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"Whoa, what's that? Traces of artron energy?", Odessa mutters as she reads the displays.

"Traitor.", The Doctor grumbles.

"What are you on about, now?"

"She always translates for you! Even though I told her to stop translating for people."

Odessa rolls her eyes.

"Yes and I told you that it would be very helpful if I could read the displays. Especially with all the trouble you get into."

The Doctor's face contorts in offence as Yaz brings everyone's attention back on topic.

"Should we know what artron energy is?"

"It's the same type of energy the Tardis runs off. There really shouldn't be traces of artron energy here, unless they're ours, which they're not.", The Doctor quickly explains as Odessa walks towards the Tardis doors.

"And now you want to check it out."

"Yeah, I should. Quick look, but quietly. History is very delicate. We stick together.", The Doctor nods, passing Odessa and grabbing her hand on the way out the door.
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The Doctor keeps checking her sonic as the fam walks on the sidewalk.

"Real-life 1950s. Time travel's awesome.", Yaz beams as she takes in her surroundings.

The Doctor aimlessly reaches for Odessa's hand, not taking her eyes off the sonic. She regretfully continues to move away from the other woman's reaching hand.

A passing woman drops her glove so Ryan bends down to pick it up.

"Excuse me. Excuse me. You dropped this.", He calls only to be harshly slapped across the face by the woman's husband.

The sound of the slap alone was enough to stop the Doctor and Odessa both in their tracks; along with Yaz and Graham. All of them had heard the sound of the slap and turned to Ryan's attacker.

"Hey.", Ryan mumbles in shock before Graham grabs him and pulls him away from the horrible man.

"Get your filthy black hands off my wife.", The man spits causing the Doctor and Odessa to both step forward, putting a barrier between Ryan and the man. Odessa turns to Ryan.

"Stay calm. Don't lash out.", She advises him. He clenched his jaw, but nods curtly at her order.

"Whoa. Stop."

"Sir, please take a step back. You okay, Ryan?", Yaz intervenes as well, now.

"I was just trying to give her back her glove.", Ryan throws the glove back on the ground.

"Is this your boy?", The man snaps his head towards the group.

"He's my grandson, actually."

"Your what?", The man's glare intensifies as Graham claims the boy.

"My grandson."

"You ain't from around here."

"We don't want any trouble.", Odessa attempts to mediate between the two parties.