"Life" is What Happens Whilst Other People Are Busy Making Plans...

1. Arrival in Northumbria ✓
2. Position atomic cannon ✓
3. Sight Vikings ✓
4. Light Beacon Fires
5. Destroy Viking Fleet
6. Norman Landing
7. Battle of Hastings
8. Meet King Harold

" The Lights snapped out. Not a trace remained of the Ward Lord and the five guards who had come to rescue him.

"Bravo," exclaimed The Doctor. "Good riddance." He looked up. "I'm glad that my evidence was so useful to the court." He turned to Zoe and Jamie, 'Well, come along. We'd better continue with our travels."

"No," boomed the voice. "You will now stand your trial. Let us hear the accusations."

The accusing Time Lord spoke. "The charges are two. Appropriation of a TARDIS without persmission, and interference into other people's affairs. The latter is the most grave since non-interference is our most important law."

"Well," asked the voice. "Do you admit these actions?"

"It isn't a very good TARDIS," said The Doctor. "It doesn't change shape and it won't go where I want it to go --- "

"That is the lesser charge," said the other Time Lord present. "What of non-interference?"

"I wanted to help people, to combat evil. Look how I've risked my life fighting the Daleks. They want to exterminate everyone. Then there are the Cybermen, a nasty lot. Do you know about the Krotons, and the Yeti? Not forgetting the Quarks and the Ice Warriors. It's True I've interfered, but always on the side of good against evil."

"Then you admit the charge?" thundered the accusing Time Lord.

"Of Course I do. But your way of observing and doing nothing, it makes life so... so..."

"Yes?" boomed the voice.

The Doctor looked upwards. "It's downright dulll!"

"We have heard your defence," said the voice. "You will be held in custody while we consider our judgement."

What about my two friends?" he asked the court.

"Whatever the outcome for you," said the voice, "they will be well treated. You know that we are always just." 

"Yes," said The Doctor, hanging his head. "I know only too well."

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"And now," said the voice, "the question of what to do with you. What do you expect us to do with you?"

 The Doctor thought. "Dematerialisation?"

"We are not savages."

"Perhaps you will sentence  me to work in the archives for the next thousand years, something boring like that."

"No," said the voice. "We accept that there is evil that must be fought, and that you still have a part to play in that battle."

The Doctor couldn't believe his ears. "You're going to set me free?"

"Not entirely. We have noted your special interest in the planet Earth. You seem to have a special knowledge of that world and it's problems."

"I suppose I have," said The Doctor/ "Earth seems particularly vulnerable to attack by other worlds."

"For that reason you will be sent back to that planet, in exile."

"Exile?"

"You will remain there for such time as we deem proper. During that time, the secret of the TARDIS will be taken from you."

"Surely, " The Doctor pleaded "you can't condemn me to exile on one primitive planet! Besides, I'm known on Earth already. It will be very difficult for me."

"Your appearance has changed before : it will change again."

"You can't change what I look like without consulting me!"

"Here is your first choice," said the voice. On the screen appeared a man's face - sunken cheeks, hair white, dull eyes.

"Good gracious," exclaimed The Doctor. "Too old!"

The first picture was replaced with another.

"No, never! Too thin."

Another picture appeared.

"Too young. No one would respect me..."

"You are wasting time," said the great voice.

"It's not my fault, is it? Is this the best you can do? I've never seen such an incredible bunch! "

"The Decision will be taken for you."

"This is preposterous! I have a right to decide what I look like. People on Earth attach great importantance to appearance..."

As he spoke The Doctor vanished from where he had been standing. It was now his face that filled the screen. He looked down angrily.

"Is this some sort of joke? Put me back where I was!"

The great voice said, "The time has come for you to change your apparance and to begin your exile. There will be no further discussion."

"I refuse to be treated like this," said The Doctor. "What are you doing now?"

The Doctor's face on the screen had begun to revolve, first slowly then fast.

"Stop!" his voice cried out. "You're making me giddy... I won't have it! You can't do this to me!"

The image of The Doctor's face spun faster and faster until it became a blur. Finally the screen went blank and The Doctor's voice was heard no more.

The accusing Time Lord looked upwards. "I think you did right. He never would have fitted in back here."

"I agree," said the great voice. "It's a pity. He would have brightened the place up no end."