"Paradoxes can be paradoctored," Galen said with a laugh as he scanned the three. "No question who the patient is today. For a sick man you certainly travel in style."
He locked the stretcher into the autodoc and turned on the system with a mental command. "We'll just siphon off that nasty radiation overdose into the mains and then see what the diagnostics have to say. My scan says humanoid, close enough to human. Should have you feeling better in no time at all. Don't suppose you'd care to tell me where you're from and how you happen to be traveling in a blue box with two lovely ladies?"
Leaning against the wall, he nodded to the two companions. "Name's Galen, in case you haven't guessed. From 2267. Stuck here like everyone else. Thought is a hyperspace accident at first, but obviously it wasn't."