Doctor Who and the Planet of the Spiders

After a hair-raisingly fast drive from the monastery in Bessie, the
Doctor rushed into his laboratory, unlocked the TARDIS and
disappeared inside. As his fingers flicked over the controls of the
central console, he reflected grimly that, erratic as the TARDIS
sometimes was, Metebelis Three was the one place he could be
sure of reaching. Long ago, on his first trip in search of the blue
crystal, he’d wired the co-ordinates into the programmer, and
they’d never been removed. There was still the question of time,
but he could safely leave that to the TARDIS – she had an
instinct in these matters.
The Brigadier, hurrying into the laboratory to ask the
Doctor how he’d got on, realised that he was too late. The
familiar groaning noise filled the air and the old blue police box
shimmered and disappeared...
For a direct linked journey like this in the TARDIS;
departure and arrival were almost simultaneous. In no time at
all, the Doctor was unlocking the TARDIS door and stepping
out on to the soil of an alien planet.
He locked the TARDIS behind him, and then looked round,
with a sudden feeling that he was not alone.
And indeed he was not. The TARDIS had landed in a sort of
village square. The villagers were standing in the doorways of
their huts, looking at him in awe. Directly in front of him stood a
kind of sedan chair, on which sat a very large spider. And to
complete the picture, Sarah was being held prisoner between
two menacing guards. Sarah looked towards him in
astonishment. ‘Oh, Doctor,’ she said, ‘of all the times to arrive!’