The Doctor looked up into the night sky. The approaching meteor was visibly brighter than Venus. He turned to his two companions and said,

“Well I guess that’s about it then. All right, everyone into the TARDIS and off we go.”

“Aren’t we going to save the earth?” the willowy young blonde breathlessly asked.

“No.”

“But this planet has more than six billion people. You just can’t abandon them like this. You are their only hope”.

“Sigh”, he sighed. He turned from the blue police box and allowed K-9 to enter before him. “Look I have spent the better part of 50 odd years saving this planet. I’ve been irradiated, humiliated, exsanguinated, defenestrated and stabbed. I’ve used 11 of my 12 regenerations to pull this bloody planets fat from the fire. No more. Most planets go through their entire existence with a minimal amount of trouble. But this place? It seems like the universe has it in for earth.”

“But where will we go?”

“I understand the Daleks have a sci-fi convention on Altair 6. Let’s crash the party”.