Head to toe in a brown pinstripe suit, with a long coat, the tail of which flicked as he landed, as if to give him an unnecessary addition of flare, he raised a hand and crooked a finger, silently urging us forward. When one's back is to an army of the most feared creatures in human history and before you is a man offering escape, you follow him and ask questions afterwards. We stumbled across the room to the window, where he proceeded to help us out. He held a cloth over his mouth, reasonable in the smoke.
He didn't leave until the rest of us were out. When finally he followed behind us, a metallic voice below rang out:
"Find the lost article! Find the lost article!"
"What are Daleks doing here?" Kenneth asked the man fearfully. "They were all killed years ago!"
"These are from before the Time War," the man murmured in reply. "Hundreds of them initiated an emergency temporal shift before the war even began, and now they survive, lost and confused. Attacking a school…"
"What's a lost article?" Evanna put in. "What's it doing here?"
"It could be a device, or a weapon, hidden away somewhere," the man answered. "Look, all of you run; they're staying around the school, which means the safest place is anywhere but here. I'll get the others out safely."
The other students nodded, running away, but I refused to leave. The man threw his hands into the air.
"Always, every time, somebody wants to play hero," he scowled. "Go! You'll be safe!"
"My brother and sister are in there," I replied.
He gritted his teeth. "They will kill you."
"You, too. I'm coming."
He seemed irritated by my response, but nodded. "Fine. But if you come, you must do every single thing I say, no matter what, and promise to be quiet."
I rolled my eyes. "I'm not an idiot and I'm not a child."
"Most people who say that usually tend to be both." I crossed my arms, and he shrugged. "Fine. Come on, follow me, and see if I care. Do try and keep up."
With that he bolted left around the building, and I broke into a run to catch up. His paces were long and fast, but I stayed within a hair's breadth of him. When we reached his destination, the front doors, I was breathing heavily but he seemed fine. In fact, he cocked his head to the side, sniffed the cloth he had been breathing through, and sniffed the air again.
"What's wrong?" I asked.
"I smell something…impossible," he murmured, looking around in confusion.
"Not me," I replied defensively. He shook his head.
"Nothing," he decided. "Just my head being tricky…come on, where were we?"
He threw open the doors; together we entered and found ourselves face to face with three daleks.
"Oh…that's not good," he murmured.
"Exterminate," one said, and all three turned to face us.
"Wait—wait!" The man held up his hands. "If you exterminate me, you'll never discover where the lost article is."
"Incorrect," the dalek replied. "The lost article stands beside you! Exterminate Time Lords!"