Rose was absolutely furious that the Doctor had transported her away. What if he needed her? She felt completely useless. Sure this wasn't the same Doctor she had gotten to know, but she could see a lot of similarities between the two. Looking around to get her bearings she realized she must be on the lowest level of the warship. There were lots of pipes and boilers, which she found rather interesting.

She began to walk around in hopes that she could somehow find an exit and get back to the Doctor before things got too crazy. Rose did find that the information she was learning with this version of the Doctor was rather interesting. It was a lot to process, yet Rose found it all rather informative and that it made a lot of sense and even kind of explained the Doctor a bit more.

Meanwhile the Doctor was not having as much luck as he had hoped for facing this woman who was claiming to be his granddaughter. "Grandfather, must we argue? I had hoped our conversation would be a lot more heartwarming than you aiming your sonic screwdriver at me."

"Whoever, whatever you are," the Doctor said, "I know for a fact that you are not my granddaughter."

"Why is it so impossible?" Susan questioned.

"You don't have your own TARDIS for one," the Doctor remarked.

"Accurate," Susan replied. "However wouldn't you know it but I just happened to come across a rogue Time Agent who just happened to have a device that could do all that the TARDIS could?" She then held up her wrist and clear as day attached to her wrist was a vortex manipulator.

"And how did you know that I would be on board a warship lost in space?" the Doctor asked.

Susan smiled looking around. "You think this ship is lost, do you?" She laughed. "I bet you also think this ship belongs to the Time Lords." She smiled but it was a smile that didn't quite reach her face.

The Doctor, with his sonic screwdriver pointed at Susan, pressed a red button on the bottom and a high pitch sound emitted from the device. Susan covered her ears and bent over in pain from the sound the device was creating. When she recovered and stood back up her face appeared to be peeling. The Doctor put his screwdriver away and approached Susan. With a quick pull the Doctor detached the face of Susan to reveal metal gears and mechanics hiding underneath the rubber mask that had been her face.

The robot looked up with a wicked grin. "Ah well, it was worth a try," the robot said in a much more mechanical voice.

"Who programmed you?" the Doctor asked.

Robot Susan reached into the Doctor's pocket with great speed and pulled out his sonic screwdriver. She then crushed it between her fingers and it fell to the floor in a pile of dust. "You'll come to know soon enough," the robot replied. It then lifted its arm and, much like the autons the Doctor had battled before, it detached upwards to reveal a hole which then shot lasers at the Doctor."

Immediately the Doctor dived out of the way and began to run. The Doctor was fast but the robot had no problem staying close to the Doctor. It yelled after him as he ran down a corridor that was just to the left of the control room. "How many have you let perish in your name, Doctor?" it asked. "Your granddaughter was just the first of thousands, wasn't she?"

The Doctor had a choice to go left or right so quickly he took another corridor to the right hoping the robot didn't notice. But naturally it was right on his tail. "So you're a robot, obviously. But who designed you, eh?"

"It is of little importance," the robot replied. Suddenly the Doctor was face to face with his fake granddaughter. "I was made with all the technological advancements of Gallifrey and therefore far supersede any abilities you possess. I was also designed to ensure your death."

That much the Doctor had guessed. "And then what?"

The robot whirred and clicked pondering that question for a brief moment. "Well there is another life form aboard this ship. Her death, thought not a necessity, will be next on my list."

The Doctor stood close to the robot so that his face was next to the gears and wires of the robot. "You will not lay a hand on her."

"Physical contact will not be necessary to ensure her death," the robot replied.

The Doctor had had enough. He made a fist with his right hand and locked it into the palm of his left. He swung from his waist and made contact with the robot. It was knocked backwards with a few gears falling out, not quite enough to destroy it but enough to give the Doctor an advantage. "Oh yes, lots of pain," the Doctor said as he jumped over the robot and ran not really noticing the blood that was coming from his hands.

The Doctor then found a metal door that seemed to be locked. He looked around for any other means of escape but when none were found he slumped against the door. He really had gotten himself into quite a bind this time, but most importantly he had to find Rose. He wasn't too sure where his sonic had sent her but without his screwdriver he had no means of finding her as quickly.

Just when all seemed lost and the Doctor could hear the robot getting up in the distance, the door opened up and the Doctor fell backwards. Quickly he got inside and scooted to the right just as the robot made its way down the hall. The door shut just as he got inside but there was a small oval glass window that the robot could easily see through. The robot looked inside but luckily there was almost no light inside wherever the Doctor was. After a few minutes and the robot not being able to get inside, it seemed to give up giving the Doctor time to try to see just where he ended up.