As soon as the TARDIS doors opened, I scampered out and into the game.

Worlds fell and generations of hamsters were born and died as I played on.

My companions became concerned over my obsession and pleaded that I return to saving galaxies. I ignored them and focused on the wicket.

Turlough finally captured me with a potato sack and twine, but I broke partially loose and hopped like a mad bunny back to the game.

I fell to the ground while undoing the twine and was mistakenly whacked with a cricket bat. As visions of sugar plum demonic hordes and Daleks doing the cancan danced through my head, I decided that it might be time to go home...