"Wait," the Doctor said calmly, holding up a finger. "You, what's your name?" He pointed at the mutant right in front of him.

"I have no name. I am just Subject 353836"

"You're still human. You had a name. What was it?"

After some hesitation, the mutant said, "Marc."

"And you?" the Doctor asked the mutant to the right. "What about you?"

"Subject 362837."

"Name."

"Antony."

The Doctor raised his eyebrows. "He's Marc, and you're Antony?" They both nodded. "Good good good!" the Doctor exclaimed. "Because you're still human. Maybe you don't look the same, but you still are. Look around you; look at what you're doing. You're about to aide in destroying an entire race. Your race. Come with me. I can help you get a better life. I can clear up the controversy. I have so friends willing to help."

The Doctor could see the hesitation in all of their eyes. "There are more of you on New Earth. You don't have to hide out anymore, doing dirty work. Come with me. Really."

"You will cease this blasphemy!" the 456 leader ordered.

"I'm sorry; do you know who I am? I've already explained this. I'm the Doctor, the Last Time Lord. I'm the Oncoming Storm, Karshtakavaar, Ka Faraq Gatri, the Lonely Angel, Time's Champion. Look at yourself. You're a three headed slimy alien that needs to be kept in a certain gas-filled chamber to survive. Do you honestly think you can defeat me?"

One by one, the mutants started to line up next to the Doctor. The Time Lord smiled victoriously. His glory was short-lived when he realized what was to come next. "Get in, get in!" he urged as he snapped his fingers and pushed the mutants into his TARDIS. He closed the door after himself and made a desperate dash for the controls. "Bigger on the inside," the Doctor rambled desperately. "That's all I have time for. Seven minutes until the end of the world."

"Okay then…" Amy smiled as she clapped her hands together. She looked at the black screen. The connection had been cut. That meant she didn't have a way of contacting the Doctor at the moment. They would be able to know what was going up there. In truth, she wasn't worried about the Doctor as much as she was worried about herself. She'd seen the Doctor. He could work himself out of any pickle. In fact, that had just been proved wonderfully by the recent encounter with the Weeping Angels. Thinking about them still gave Amy the chills.

No, she was worried about herself because the Doctor had left her in a very awkward position all by herself. "So…" she trailed off. Silence fell right after her.

"If it helps, I'm too confused to even say anything," David quipped.

"Is now the time for sarcasm?" Amy rolled her eyes. She leaned against the table. "We should be worrying about if those missiles you lot have will detonate on us."

"They're leaving," Miriam reported.

Amy looked over. "How'd you tell?"

"Residual trace of the transmission signal. It's getting weaker."

And to Amy's delight, she felt an invisible breeze and the sound of the TARDIS materializing with its brakes still on. She turned around and saw the police box, grinning. However, the Doctor was not as ecstatic. He pushed past his companion and immediately launched himself at the controls. He was a frenzy, just like when he was piloting the TARDIS through a rough spot in the time vortex.

The mutants stumbled out too, completely taking everyone by surprise. "When this is all over, they'll be treated like every other human out there. Is that understood?" The Doctor was met with no voiced complaints. "Good. Now, how long have I got?" He looked at his watch. "Five minutes until New Cardiff explodes. Very not good indeed."

"What's wrong?" asked Amy.

"They're detonating the missiles and your systems are still deadlocked. I can override it if I can completely transfer the signal to my screwdriver, but that'll take five minutes at least!"

"Well then do it!" Amy yelled.

The Doctor whisked out his screwdriver and started to download the remaining quarter percent as a clean download. It was trying his patience. Soon, two minutes were left. To his surprise, the download completed and he stuck his screwdriver in a port, not caring if it was compatible. Everyone held their breaths as the screen filled with the countdown for detonation. Amy crossed her fingers. At the last possible second, it stopped and systems were back online. However, the whizzing of the missiles were still heard.

"What's going on?" Miriam asked, afraid.

The Doctor smiled wistfully. "Won't the first time I've committed genocide."

Jack met his old Time Lord friend's gaze. "Thank you."

Just a little explanation for the Doctor's names in his small monologue up there.

"Oncoming Storm" - called by the Daleks

"Karshtakavaar" - Draconian for Oncoming Storm

"Ka Faraq Gatri" - called by the Daleks, means bringer of darkness/destroyer of worlds

"The Lonely Angel" - called by Reniette

"Time's Champion" - title bestowed on the Seventh Doctor for his service to time