Chapter 4
The fiery creature was so close now it filled the view from the window, blocking out the blackness of space and the stars within it.
Janey was still clinging to the Doctors coat.
"Do something!"
He stared at the creature, and then looked down at the console as his mind raced.
"Two things Janey: First – I'm going to speed us up and takes through a time vortex – we should come out the other side far away from this thing –"
And he made a move to reach the Tardis controls, and then looked back at Janey.
"And second – let go of my bloody coat, you're creasing it and I've only been wearing it five minutes!"
"Sorry!" she said, and let go of him.
He lunged at the control and hit a lever and pressed some buttons and there was a wheeze and a whoosh as the view of the fiery creature disappeared. The Tardis briefly lurched and Janey staggered and grabbed at the console, but then the ship righted itself and as she looked back at the window, all she saw was dark space – starless space, it was an endless world of night, nothing but a void...
"Where are we?"
"You're very far from home," he told her, "I'm sorry about that, but I had no choice but to get us out of there fast - and that meant using the space-time controls to shift us into another dimension."
She glanced again at the starless space they drifted in, and then looked back at the Doctor.
"That thing was coming straight for us, so you got us out of the way?"
Something was stirring in the Doctors memory.
He leaned on the console as he blinked, wishing he could banish the flashbacks that came at him with violent clarity, recalling the pain of his last moments in his previous life, dying from the virus that had wiped out an entire planet...
He recalled leaning against the console then sliding to the floor and just as he collapsed, it had come at the Tardis – huge, like a wall of fire, smashing the blue box as if swatting a fly from its path. The impact had jarred his bones, sent the pain that was covering his body sinking down to bone and as the Tardis span out of control he had wondered how close he had been to Earth – close enough for the ship to right itself and take back the programmed flight plan?
Perhaps she would land safely, perhaps not...
The world had faded out as pain took over and he felt his body being torn apart...
The Doctor took in a sharp breath and looked up from the console.
"What's wrong with you now?" Janey sounded frightened, she had noticed he was visibly shaken and had broken out in a cold sweat.
The Doctor shook his head.
"Nothing," he told her as he straightened up and stepped back from the console, "I just remembered it – I was dying, I was about to regenerate and that thing we saw, it was out there then, it hit the Tardis, that's what made me crash the way I did, I was regenerating I wasn't able to take over the controls, I couldn't stop the crash from happening..."
Janey stared at him. Suddenly there was something on her mind that disturbed her far more than the thought that they were very far from home and deep in starless, distant space...
"That thing has been moving around the Milky Way? Near Earth, its been close to Earth all this time?"
His face paled as he nodded.
"This had to happen now, when I'm not in a position to do anything about it!" he complained.
"But you have to do something, you said to me you know all about the things that hide in space –"
"I used to!" the Doctor yelled, "What can I do now? What do think I should do, Janey? Get into a fight with the thing and use up my final life, get my useless fragile human body vaporised over yet another battle to save the Earth?"
Janey stood there silent as that crazed look came back into his eyes.
"I'm not bloody doing it!" he said, "I've got one life now and I'm holding on to it!"
"But that thing could be dangerous; can't you even try to find out what it is?"
He was breathing heavily as he ran his fingers though his hair and shook his head again.
"No, too dangerous... I can't take risks, Janey. My days of being fearless are over, I have no regenerations left, I've only got one heart – I'd be useless standing up to anything, I'm too weak, I'm useless –"
"You're a Time Lord!"
Her words pulled him back towards reason. He looked at her as he considered what she had just said and then he nodded.
"Yes, I am a Time Lord... but I don't have the body of a Time Lord. I can't risk the only life I have left to fight another battle, its not worth it."
"Not worth saving the Earth for?"
As he looked into her eyes he felt so much that he chose not to convey; guilt, sorrow, regret that he had to walk away from this situation...
He closed his eyes as he recalled lifetimes of battles with enemies - it had to come to an end one day, and that end was here now and he had to accept it before thoughts of his own demise drove him over the edge of sanity – he felt pretty close the edge now...
"Maybe when you're better, when you've recovered from the regeneration, you'll see things differently."
He opened his eyes and looked at Janey. She stood before him with every good intention, she wanted so desperately to put everything right for him, he was sure if she could, she would have taken all the pieces of his scattered memories and put them back together for him, but she couldn't do that any more than he could do it himself.
"You don't understand," he said quietly, "I have recovered now. The Tardis fed me enough energy to put me back together. This is as good as it gets for me – one heart, a human body and a mind that I suspect is far from perfect. I'm still up and down. Sometimes my thoughts race so fast I cant keep up and other times I want to curl up in a corner and give up on my last days and weep forever. I know that's not normal, I've never been like that before. But maybe this regeneration took so much effort that I managed a last lifetime, but with faults. It seems to make sense to me. I'm out of lives. This is how I end up. I don't even trust my own mind any more; I don't understand the way I think or feel! And this, Janey, is me regenerated and exactly how I will stay – I've no choice in the matter."
Janey had listened, she saw calm resignation in his eyes now; she didn't want to think he was giving up but he was right, he was weak and fragile and no doubt having one heart instead of two only emphasised that fact to him. She didn't blame him for wanting to avoid danger; he had gone from being almost fire proof to becoming vulnerable and that was something he could do nothing about. She saw the sadness plain in his eyes as he considered the weight of his own sorrow at the knowledge that he was now mortal and had one life only, but as she thought of the monstrous fiery creature out in space, she thought of home, not just the Earth but her own home on her own street, and then she thought of her mother and her sister and brother...
"You can't turn your back and leave. You saw that thing - it could destroy the Earth! Please don't walk away."
He gave a weary sigh as he felt all his new found resolve to embrace self preservation start to crumble.
"I hit the creature – or it hit the Tardis – that's what made me crash land. There would have been some kind of trace left behind, an imprint of its energy or even its DNA – but all that would have been wiped clean when I took the Tardis through the vortex. The only way to try to figure out what that thing is made of is to skim past it, close enough to scrape against its surface without being pushed off course and without the Tardis crashing again. If I can isolate a tiny sample of whatever its made of, I could perhaps work out what kind of creature it is - if I can do that, I may be able to work out its intent."
Janey stared at him as he worked the Tardis controls, plotting their flight back through the vortex.
"Are you saying if you think its harmless you're just going to let it go?"
The Doctor looked up at her.
"Well I'm not planning on keeping the thing!" he said in surprise, "I realise its large and seems fearsome but just because its ugly, it doesn't mean its dangerous! It could be a harmless being floating through space, meaning no one malicious intent."
And he smiled hopefully but on seeing her stony expression, his smile faded.
"Yes, well...I am trying to look on the bright side, Janey. Not everything out there is dangerous, but going on first impressions and the way it forced the Tardis to crash land, I'd have to agree and say it looks like a threat is looming somewhere. But that doesn't mean it's heading for Earth. It moves fast and if it was bound for your planet it would have got there by now. Its just circling the galaxy, like –"
"Like it's waiting for a signal?" she suggested.
Her words sent a chill down his spine as too many memories of other lifetimes and other battles long gone crowded his mind.
"I was going to say, like a satellite."
Janey shook her head.
"No, it's circling like a bloody shark!"
The Doctor threw a lever and the crystals glowed as they rose and fell and the machine groaned as it shifted dimension. This time the journey was smooth and as stars swirled past at breakneck speed, Janey felt no sharp jolt within the Tardis.
"I said I'd help," the Doctor sounded tense now, "I didn't say I can solve this problem, but I won't walk away from it Janey. My plan is to wait here until it comes around again and take the Tardis past it, along the side of it and then scrape over its tail as we dematerialise to land back on Earth. That should solve the problem of the thing making us crash again – it can't hit us if we're not solid. Then I need some time to work on the tissue or whatever else the Tardis has picked up from running into the creature. That could take a couple of days."
And the galaxy stopped spinning and the view stretched out black and starlit once more.
All Janey could hear was the quiet hum of the Tardis and an impatient sigh from the Doctor as he turned back to the window and watched dark space that stretched before them.
"Well, here we are," he said as he fixed his gaze hard on the window, "Come on, you overgrown artificially created semi-sentient fireball, where the bloody hell are you?"
And Janey heard nothing as they floated closer Earth and stars twinkled against the blackness of space.
"Maybe it left," she said quietly.
He was still keeping his eyes fixed on the view beyond the window.
"No," he said darkly, "it's out there... who ever sent it here has programmed it to shift above the earth, away from your satellite technology so its off radar- then again, it could be invisible to radar, we don't know what it's made of yet. But it hasn't given up, it hasn't gone home."
And he turned his head and met her gaze.
"Its here for a reason," he told her, "and I have the feeling when we find out what that reason is, we wont be very happy about it at all..."
Then the Tardis shuddered, tilted and the Doctor grabbed at the console as Janey reached for him, clinging to his coat as the Tardis groaned as if in protest.
"Shit shields!" the Doctor said, reaching for the controls.
But the Tardis lurched again and they tumbled to the floor as the room shimmered and shuddered and the groaning protest sounded deep from within the Tardis once more.
Janey picked her self up from the floor as the Doctor grabbed the edge of the console and got up, smoothing creases out of his jacket.
"Why did you say, shit, shields?" she asked.
The Doctor frantically worked controls and nothing happened as a look of panic grew in his eyes.
"I said, shit shields, because I'd lowered them so we could scrape a trace off the creature - shit shields because the shields are shit, too low to stop this!"
"Stop what?" As she spoke her heart was racing; the Doctor looked on the edge of a panic attack as he breathed sharp shallow breaths, looking from the controls to the view of space beyond the window – a view that was rapidly fading as the Tardis was being drawn backwards into shadow.
"Something's caught us and its dragging us in!" he said in alarm, "Oh why the fuck did I lower the shields so soon, I'm a fucking idiot!"
"And a potty mouth." Janey remarked.
"Blame it on my shit regeneration - and don't crease my bloody coat again!" he snapped, frantically trying in vain to power up the shields.
Then the Tardis fell silent, as if to confirm his worst fears – the ship had no control any more...
As the Tardis was dragged deeper into darkness, the engine groaned a final time and then fell still.
Now the only view from the window showed a solid steel wall.
"What's happened to us? Where are we?"
Janey sounded afraid. The look in her eyes matched her fearful voice and as he looked at her, he wanted to hug her and apologise because space was a dark place and things liked to hide in it just as he had said – but it was too late for that now...
"Doctor?" she said again.
The Doctor was looking at the wall beyond the Tardis, the limited view of the steel riveted walls was familiar, its construction so familiar he also predicted the floors aboard this vessel would be metallic and smooth, because they needed to glide along, the doors would be wide because...
"Oh no!" said the Doctor as he closed his eyes, recalling the pepper pot on Janey's kitchen table and the terrifying illuminated eyestalk and the metallic voice that had screeched EXTERMINATE!
It was all making sense in a terrible way and as he opened his eyes he was tearful.
He looked at Janey and wished he had left her at home, safe on Earth.
"There's only one kind of species who create their ships in this design," he said in a shaken voice,"they've got us, I'm so sorry, Janey... they've got us now!"
"Who have?" she demanded.
He blinked away tears and tried not to think about the single heart within his chest that was pounding with fear at the very thought of his longstanding enemies.
"The Daleks," he replied, "The Daleks have us, Janey..."
There was no sound beyond the closed door of the Tardis, all was quiet as the Doctor and Janey stood together, waiting for the enemy to arrive.
"Why can't we just power up the shields and leave?" she asked him.
"Because they've used their controls to bring us in and render the Tardis useless! We can't leave unless I can break their hold on the ship and I can't see them letting me near their magnetic field system, it's locked down the Tardis flight controls. We're going nowhere."
Janey glanced towards the closed doors, feeling sure that once that door was unlocked her last sense of having any kind of safety in this situation would be gone.
"So what are we supposed to do, walk out there and surrender?"
The Doctor nodded.
"Something like that, yes. But I have a plan – its not much of a plan but I think it might buy us some time. That little problem of mine could turn out to be to our advantage..."
And without further explanation he took in a deep breath and walked towards the door.
Janey hurried after him.
"Wait!"
She caught his sleeve and he glanced down disapprovingly at the way she crushed the fabric as she grabbed at it, and Janey let go.
"Sorry," she said, "but you can't just walk out there and -"
"Yes I can, there's nothing else I can do. If I stay in here, they'll force their way in. Trust me, I think I can confuse them - and that has to be better than nothing."
Fear flickered in her hazel eyes.
The doctor flashed her a nervous smile.
"Stay behind me," he said quietly, "At least then if they shoot, I'm hit first and not you..."
"That's no plan!" she complained, but the Doctor opened the Tardis door and stepped outside.
As the Doctor left the Tardis, Janey stayed close behind.
He looked around the wide room, metallic and devoid of all signs of humanity. He thought back to countless battles with the Daleks and his heart heavy:
Was this where he would meet his final end?
Here, out in space, dying at the hands of his oldest enemies?
He had barely had a chance to adjust to his final regeneration and he wasn't ready to die, and he was sure young Janey, a human and just as fragile as he was in his very human body, was not ready for death, either...
"Where are they?" Janey whispered. Then the Doctor felt her reach for his hand and he briefly gave her hand a squeeze before letting go again.
"Don't be afraid," he said quietly, "what ever happens next, I'm sorry I dragged you into this, but please don't be scared. I'll get us out of this situation if I can, you must believe that."
And then as Janey drew in a frightened breath, they came through the wide open doorway, three of them, gleaming, their shapes reminding him of the pepper pot on Janey's kitchen table - and his recollection of them now making him understand completely why that image had caused him such visions of terror...
The Daleks slid closer, moving silently on the polished floor, surrounding Janey and the Doctor as they stood outside the Tardis. As the Doctor looked back at them, saw their gleaming metal bodies and their glowing eyestalks, nothing was missing – every memory had slid back into place, too late now but he knew everything – this was a trap that would be difficult to get out of and not only that, but he had brought Janey along too, innocent Janey who was now in grave danger...
The light bounced off shining bodywork, the Dalek who stood central was blood red and flanked by two silver guards. All eye stalks were glowing and the middle Dalek shifted forward, its round head turning slightly, left then right as it scanned the Doctor and then Janey.
"Identify yourselves!" it demanded, and Janey gave a gasp as the shrill metallic voice filed the room.
The Doctor glanced at Janey.
"Stay back, let me deal with this," he whispered, and then turned back to the Dalek who was in command.
"I'd say it's obvious who I am, my Tardis is behind me."
And the Dalek powered up its weaponry. The Doctors eyes widened as he saw the weapon began to glow, it was not set to kill but would certainly cause severe pain and bruising... and the Dalek shifted closer, the Doctor stepped back and the Dalek moved again.
"Halt!" it commanded, "Or I will exterminate you!"
He cautiously raised his hands in the air as he began to break out in a sweat.
"Not on that setting you won't - that's a setting designed to stun or at least cause pain and soft tissue damage –"
"Answer the question!" the Dalek screeched, "Identify yourselves!"
The Doctor kept his hands raised.
"I...I told you," he stammered, "I'm the Doctor! I just stepped out of my Tardis, why don't you believe me?"
The Dalek spoke up again.
"The Doctor is a Time Lord. He has two hearts. You have one heart, you are human and so is the female! Where is the Doctor?"
Janey had watched the scene unfold feeling hopeless; if this was his idea of buying time it seemed the Daleks had little patience for it...
"They wont listen," she whispered.
The Doctor lowered his hands and glared at the Dalek in command.
"I AM the Doctor!" he said angrily, "You should know me, one heart or two, one life or another – Hello, its me again, look closer..."
And he shoved his face up close to the eyestalk.
"I've regenerated," he informed it darkly.
"Doctor!" Janey said in alarm, "Don't make it angry!"
"SILENCE!" the Dalek said sharply, then turned its eyestalk back to the human male who stood before it with a manic gleam in his eyes as he angrily repeated himself once more.
"I am the Doctor."
The Dalek raised its weaponry again and the Doctor stepped back but none of the anger and defiance had left his eyes.
"I've taken you on more times than I can count. You've lost every single time and you will lose again. You're nothing but empty-minded drones stalking their way throughout the galaxy!"
And the Doctor began to gesture as he spoke.
"Exterminate this, exterminate that!" he said, waving his hands left and right, "It's all you're good for, your stupid plans for the domination of planets , you're just pathetic scraps of life locked up in pepper pots and armed with guns, and you think you can march through space and take anything and everything you choose – well you're wrong because you always lose!"
The Doctor was breathless now.
"ALWAYS!" he yelled, "You're doomed to destruction, you're nothing but mindless killing machines and if you think I'm going to quietly let you kill me you can think again, because I'm not taking that from you or anyone, I'm a Time Lord, I'm –"
Janey screamed as a bolt shot from the Daleks gun stick, hitting the Doctor in his side. The blow instantly cut off his words and made him cry out as he sank to his knees and then slumped to the floor.
The Doctor heard Janey call his name and then the Dalek screeched at her to be silent. He was still on the cold polished floor, looking sideways up at the Daleks that surrounded him, unable to move as pain throbbed in his side from the weapon's discharge.
And then the two guarding Daleks flanking their leader shifted aside, as did the commanding Dalek as they were joined by another:
This Daleks casing gleamed polished metallic black, dark as space, and as he pulled himself upright and blinked and pain throbbed through his body, he realised this one was different – there was no eyestalk, only a small round viewing screen...
Echoes of the past carried back from another life and he felt weak and cold with fear and it was nothing to do with the shot from the gun stick...
"No..." he whispered, grabbing for Janey's hand as he staggered to his feet.
He stared at the strange Dalek and once again that awful cold feeling shuddered through him if he may as well have been looking at a ghost...it couldn't be...
The top of the Daleks body began to divide, the metal folding apart and sliding down out of sight. The Doctor's face was pale as he grabbed Janey and shoved her behind him, she gripped at his hand but he pulled it free of her grasp as he stood facing a very old enemy.
He heard Janey give a gasp and then she put her hand to her mouth, staring in horror as she stepped back towards the Tardis.
"What is it?"
Her eyes were wide with terror.
"I'll deal with this," the Doctor said quietly.
Then he looked back at the half-man, half-Dalek that sat before him, half-corpse seemed more appropriate as he took in his appearance:
His features were shrivelled and his eyeless sockets screwed shut. His mouth was blackened and he raised a single, half robotic arm and pushed a button, shifting his half-Dalek shell closer.
"Doctor?" he said in a dry, cracked voice, "How can this be?"
The Doctor stood up straight, pain briefly registering on his face as the wound in his side throbbed. He looked into the glowing Cyclops eye above blind human sockets and addressed the Dalek leader:
"I thought I saw the last of you when the Crucible was destroyed. How did you get out of that one, Davros?"
The Dalek leader paused, then he spoke again and his half-metallic voice was edged with bitterness.
"The Doctor is the destroyer of worlds; do not attempt to save your life by this pathetic show of bravado! You are not the Doctor!"
On hearing this the Doctor stepped closer, looking at Davros with an unwavering glare.
"Destroyer of worlds? That's not a new one! Don't you have any new insults for me? Come on, try harder! Or did you run out of ideas around the time you lost the Crucible? Were you in too much of a hurry to abandon ship that you couldn't save a few of your fellow Daleks to help you out? How predictable of you! What have you been doing all this time, floating around in some pocket of time making new ones, building up another little army of pepper pots?"
"Where is the Doctor?" Davros demanded.
The Doctor stood his ground, all fear gone now as he recalled the many wars fought with this enemy who he had long believed to be dead.
"I am the Doctor, you rotting piece of space junk! And I am not a destroyer of worlds; your own insane desire for total domination saw your own kind wipe themselves out through their own actions! You will never own planets, rape galaxies, destroy or enslave -"
"Doctor!"
Janey had spoken in a frightened voice and he briefly turned to her.
"Don't rant again," she warned him, "I don't want you to get shot a second time!"
The Doctor looked back at Davros.
"We've been here before," he told him, "and here we are again. I'm the Doctor, you are Davros. Get ready to lose, and lose very badly!"
Davros shook with rage as turned to one of the Dalek guards who flanked him.
"Take the girl to a holding cell and take this human pretender for interrogation!" he barked, "I have no patience for his meaningless conversation!"
As one of the Daleks shoved Janey she staggered backwards, then it shoved her again and her last view of the Doctor was over her shoulder, as he stood his ground, his gaze locked with Davros as the Dalek leader's eye piece glowed angrily, matching the glitter in the Time Lord's eyes as the light bounced off his diamond tie pin, it caught harshly on the white light that filled the hollow room. Janey called his name but as she was shoved along the corridor, her view of him was lost and all she could do was keep the memory in her head of a brave man who seemed determined to stand his ground and fight his way out, or die trying...
As Janey was taken from the room, the Doctor spoke up once more.
"You got me while the shields were low," he said, "I guess I shouldn't have left the Tardis unguarded like that when I knew a threat was present. But I didn't know it was coming from you. And you won't win this one; you have no advantage over me."
And Davros extended a metallic, sharpened finger and pressed a button, a dart shot out from a hole in the shell casing, the needle hit the Doctor with force, penetrating his shirt through his open coat and as he fought for breath he sank to the floor.
The room blurred and began to fade as Davros shifted closer and watched as a crimson stain began to spread through the fabric of his shirt.
The Doctor took in a couple of shallow breaths.
"I wasn't expecting a tranquilliser dart..." he murmured, "That was a dirty trick, that was really -"
And his eyes rolled over white and he lost consciousness.
Davros turned to the Dalek beside him who stood guard.
"Take him to interrogation," he ordered,"We must extract the truth from him. I need to know where the real Doctor is!"
Janey sat alone in a cell that was windowless.
It was simply four walls and the ceiling matched the polished floor. She had lost track of time after sinking to the cold floor and weeping as she thought of the Doctor and wondered what had happened to him. She thought of the machines that held them captive and wondered how they had ever got into this situation. Then she had recalled his warning, that space was dark and things liked to hide in it...
Those things that liked to hide had certainly made their presence known.
She gave another sob and then stood up, looking around at the four walls, trying to find the smallest chance of escape but there was none – this room was sealed and the door could only be opened from the outside...
And then the door opened sharply, sliding back as Davros entered the room.
She caught sight of Dalek guards in the corridor behind him then the door sealed once more and she backed up against the wall, hazel eyes filled with fear as the ugly half-man encased in a Dalek body glided towards her.
"Your companion is being prepared for interrogation," he informed her, "Dalek technology is very effective at using pain to maximum effect. You could spare him suffering by telling the truth. Where is the Doctor?"
He shifted closer, the Dalek shell that encased his lower body now pinned her against the steel wall.
"He told you, he is the Doctor!"
Davros extended his metallic arm and spiky metal fingers reached out, scraping cold against her cheek. She turned her head and gave a frightened gasp and Davros began to smile.
"Your flesh is sweet to the touch," he remarked, "I would very much like to enjoy more rememberance of my days of flesh by enjoying the feel of yours. And I will, after I have extracted the truth from your companion and had him exterminated. But I do not have the same fate for you, human female."
She trembled as she looked at the hideous, eyeless creature as its blackened mouth moved and the electronic voice continued to speak as the artificial cyclops eye glowed, fixed upon her:
"It has been many centuries since I have enjoyed the feel of human flesh. While I am half-Dalek I also wish to preserve my human remains. And your flesh is so young, so very wearable..."
She gave a cry of shock as she stared at the creature encased in the Dalek shell.
"Please let me go!" she sobbed.
Davros drew his hand back from her cheek, sliding his hand down her long dark hair. Suddenly metallic fingers tangled in it and jerked her roughly towards him as she gave a cry of alarm.
His face was a fraction from hers, his breath cold and stale as she sobbed in fear.
"I will torture and kill your friend. Then I will skin you for your flesh!"
And he extended two fingers, revealing sharpened blades. As he hacked through a lock of her hear, she pulled free from his grip.
As she looked back at him with frightened eyes, Davros raised the severed lock of hair and inhaled deeply, before fixing his single eye upon her once more.
"You smell of youth and life," he told her,"exactly what I need. And when the parasite has finished scavenging Earth we shall use our time-space device cannibalised from the Doctor's Tardis to return to your planet and wipe out the remaining population!"
Janey shivered as she looked at Davros.
"Parasite?" she asked him, but the Dalek leader's tone softened a little as he spoke again:
"Your Doctor friend is not the man you think he is. He is responsible for the destruction of much of the Dalek race! You would defend a man who has committed such a monstrous act?"
Janey's eyes clouded with confusion.
"No, you just said you want to wipe out Earth! You want to kill me too, and the Doctor!"
"Where is the Doctor?" Davros demanded impatiently.
"You already have him!" she yelled.
Davros looked back at her thoughtfully.
"He can not be the Time Lord. He has one heart - he is human. This leads me to believe that you and your companion are shielding the real Time Lord. I may be persuaded to spare your lives if you cooperate."
Janey looked back at the half-human, half-Dalek and shook her head, recalling the Doctor's plan to use his human form to confuse the enemy – this wasn't turning out well and she didn't want to make matters worse by saying anything at all.
"He told you who he is," she repeated,"I have nothing more to say!"
Davros pressed a switch and his Dalek casing turned towards the door and the door slid back.
"You will come with me," he told her, "Perhaps you will be willing to talk after you watch your companion suffer torture!"
Janey took in a sharp breath as she thought of the Doctor, but said nothing as she followed Davros from the cell and then flanked by Dalek guards, was led down a corridor towards the interrogation room.
As Janey walked along the metallic corridor, she shivered and blinked back tears.
They were getting closer to a sealed metal doorway and every step became heavier, as if the floor beneath her feet was melting. She briefly closed her eyes, recalling the kiss of her lover, remembering his warmth, his closeness, the night they had shared together. As she recalled these things her heart was breaking, because the Doctor was behind that sealed door and all she could hear was screaming.
Janey fixed her gaze on the sealed door as her vision blurred with tears:
He screamed again, the man she loved was screaming and there was nothing she could do to save him...
