The silver globes sit nestled amongst heather. They start to buzz...
The Doctor appears!
After a few moments Harry appears.
"Are you coming, or going? Or going, or coming?" Asks the Doctor.
"I feel a bit like a Morse message. Slightly scrambled." Replies Harry.
"Yes?" Relies the Doctor whilst he continues to examine a globe.
A worried expression appears on Harry's face. "I can see you're busy, but what about Sarah?"
"Sarah?" Asks a puzzled Doctor.
A voice is heard, seemingly from a nearby clump of heather
The Doctor looks up, "That sounds like Sarah."
Stay tuned for Crash Landing!