“She has come, the one who will save us from the Red Terror!” they all shouted in unison.
Right now, Yvanetta Yammoh was in the middle of a field of flowers, which also happened to be sentient aliens that have apparently developed a civilization with legends, organized governments, and speech that was advanced enough to be able to be picked up by the Doctor’s universal translator.
“The sun is dying,” they said in unison. “We have done all we can to prevent it, but it grows weak, and large.”
“What do you…”
“The sun is expanding with each passing day. It is drying our seas and roasting our grounds. We can no longer stay above ground during the day, for we will surely perish. The trees, the grass, and everything else is falling apart before us, unable to take the extreme heat.”
“You’re above ground now, though, and it’s the middle of the day, isn’t it?”
“No,” Tamingo said. “It is eleven at night right now. The sun does not leave us any longer.”
“Well…” Knowing the sciences fairly well as a marine biologist (who studied astrophysics for a few years as a failed minor at the Academy), Yvanetta realized there was literally nothing they could do except evacuate. “I think I can help you. Do you have any spacecraft?”
How did she get again here? Because she really wanted to leave. She wasn’t going to be able to go underground once the heat came out like these flowers apparently could, and she didn’t want to stay to find out.
She REALLY didn’t want to die on a planet full of sentient plants. Her epitaph would be really pitiful. “Dr. Yvanetta Yammoh: Could have been anything she wanted, so she chose death by heat stroke, surrounded by flowers.”
But that sun, hot and red, was looming over them all. She really didn’t like the look of it. And with no spaceships in the vicinity…
She was gnacked.