The Doctor walked along this new dark corridor, with passages leading in all directions, (including up and down); a dark honeycomb pattern sprawled across the walls, occasionally flickering red and blue, appearing wooden then metallic. This was a good sign. Some power was trying to be restored to the doctor's location. The flickering was due to the tardis' telepathic circuit trying to identify which version of the doctor was using it. The problem with this was the effect on the doctor's mind.
He fell down and the floor shuddered under him. Images of his every face flashed through his mind. His mind switched back and forth. From black and white to blinding colour mixes. From old to new. Everything he'd ever done was happening to him all at once. Memories streamed through until they all became one. His hands clutched over his temples and he screamed in pain.
He opened his eyes once again to view the corridor. It no longer flickered, but the walls had become a mix of crystal and metal and coral and several other materials the tardis had built itself from over the years. His mind soothed as he stood up. He looked around. The walls weren't the only things to have changed. The labyrinthian structure had collapsed into a single passage with a single door at the end. The door itself was marked with a Gallifreyan symbol for unity- a curious icon which when inverted spelled death. He lifted his hand towards the door and it space shifted as the door moved towards him. A click of his fingers and the door opened for him.
He stepped through as the door closed and the corridor dissolved behind him.
The Special Weapons Dalek was moved into position. It stood fifty metres before the time frozen TARDIS, weapon raised. Radiation prickled through the casing, heating the air around it, as if all the dalek's hatred was escaping.
It didn't of course, as the radiation from the scarlet plasmodium core had long since caused the mental breakdown of the putrid creature living inside it. It writhed with madness and loathing; this creature too mad to be called a dalek anymore. All that it could do was destroy and that was what it was about to do.
The Sontarans retreated to a safe distance of half a kilometre away as the weapon drew power from its surroundings, charging itself. The barrel glowed blindingly white before leasing a beam of energy towards the tardis. The door shook and shone- the background whited out against the awesome power of the beam. A cone of light erupted from the atmosphere. It was as if a nuclear bomb had struck the planet.
As the fallout cleared and the dalek forces assembled, only two things remained. The scorch marks left by the destruction of the special weapons dalek and a TARDIS darkened by the blast and with its doors blown inwards, vulnerable.