Abducting Conical Spaceship

A sleek, conical vessel draws inexorably closer to Bessie’s path along the country road, its dark silhouette cutting through the twilight like a blade. The Doctor glimpses it in his rearview mirror at the worst possible moment, its form alien enough to defy easy categorization—smooth, featureless exterior bent toward hostile intent rather than reconnaissance. The moment it looms largest in his vision, reality fractures and the Third Doctor vanishes mid-escape, plucked from Earth’s roadways into an alien threshold where his past and future selves already wait.