It had only been a day since the Brigadier had been effectively 'whisked' away from UNIT, unceremoniously deposited in the Doctor's TARDIS for extremely vague reasons - something along the lines of 'finding a note for myself saying to pick you up', which thoroughly did not explain a thing - and the Brigadier was quite ready to go back home. Time travel, and space travel for that matter, was not his forte.
In fact he couldn't help but feel a bit out of place. The Doctor, not the one he was used to, dashed about the console; his companion, Donna Noble, went about as well, following whatever manic orders the man shouted out. They were working in tandem to get the TARDIS properly running while he was left to stand on the side-lines, an uninformed and currently rather useless spectator.
"I never did take you anywhere, did I, Lethbridge-Stewart?" the Doctor asked as he dashed about. "Well, except for that one time. Well, not really the ONE time..."
The Brigadier was already beginning to tune the Doctor out.
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"Anyway, it's a planet called Tphru," Donna explained, cutting the Doctor off. "He says it's some sort of big techno expo-"
"The biggest showing of technological advances in the entire 33rd century," the Doctor interjected.
"Yes, that." Donna rolled her eyes. "But it's got everything! Or it's supposed to. I hope it's not too posh. Is what I'm wearing all right?" she asked, frowning and looking over herself.