Author's Notes:
Written for Challenge 608: Delay at dw100.

Summary: Alien planets have traffic problems too.

“I thought you were in a hurry to get back to the TARDIS!” Amy tried to peer over the Doctor’s shoulder from her perch on the back of the motorcycle. “What’s the hold-up?”

“Traffic jam,” he replied cheerfully.

“What d’you mean? We haven’t seen a single vehicle besides this bike.”

“Not that kind of traffic.” The Doctor shifted so his passenger could see the road ahead; it was a seething mass of greyish, warty creatures.

“What are they?”

“Beezles. I was hoping we could reach the TARDIS before they began swarming, but it looks like we’re going to be delayed.

The End