The door cracked open.
"But Doctor," a somewhat high-pitched woman's voice was saying. "I don't understand!"
"I told you, Peri," a man's voice replied. "The TARDIS came here itself. That must mean there's a good reason for it. Something or someone wants me here and I suggest we go find out what it is."
"But..." she began again, then fell silent as the doors opened the rest of the way and a large, colorful man stepped out so quickly he nearly stepped on Rose's feet.
"Ah, a welcoming committee! Wait! I think I know where we are! Peri, this is UNIT! And that man there is Sergeant Benton!"
The thin dark-haired girl with too few bits of clothing on peered out at them from the doorway with a cautious, confused look on her face.
Benton nodded at the huge man with his blinding outfit and managed a befuddled smile as he shook his hand. "Well, as I once said, nothing about you surprises me anymore, though this is a stretch. If you don't mind telling me, which...uh, version of you are you?"
"What a question! I am myself!" the large man said, "And I've never been better, I think. I thought I'd reached the pinnacle back when I was younger, you know, but cricket is so very passe..."
"Ah, you would be number Six then," Benton said. He looked over at Rose and Martha. "These ladies are... they... well, I'll let someone else sort things out for you. Pardon me, I think I need to make a call to the Brigadier."
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Two looked around at the circle of people all staring at the meteorite. "How about some music while we wait for nothing in particular to happen?" he asked, pulling out his recorder.
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