"That's impossible!" the Doctor cried. "How can the Cult of Skaro still be alive?"
"We survived. The very last Dalek fleet in existence, falling through time! We were weak, but we've been rebuilding!" cried Dalek Sec.
"The most important question is," began Dalek Caan. "How can you be here?"
"All the Daleks and the Timelords were exterminated in the great time war!" accused Dalek Jast.
"Every last one of them!" pressed Dalek Thay. "Is that not true?"
The Doctor gave them a stony stare, before putting his head down slightly.
"It's true," he said after a moment. "But not completely. I'm the one that killed them. All of them!" his voice began to rise. "You thought you were going to win, you thought you had already won! But that was before the Oncoming Storm arrived! I destroyed Gallifrey, and I destroyed the Daleks!"
The Daleks, with the exception of the Cult of Skaro, rolled backwards slightly, but the Cult of Skaro stared on.
Dalek Caan began moving forward, and stopped in front of the Doctor, with only the TARDIS's defense barrier between them. Dalek Caan stared at the Doctor for several minutes before speaking.
"This means you killed the Timelords." It trilled. "You would make the ultimate Dalek!"
The Doctor's anger boiled overboard.
"I AM NOTHING LIKE YOU!" he screamed. "YOU KILLED ROSE TYLER! AND I WILL DESTROY YOU IF IT'S THE LAST THING I DO!" he turned to the TARDIS, and noticed for the first time in many minutes the Amy still sat on the floor. "Come on," he snapped at her, and she stumbled to her feet. Amy hurried into the TARDIS, staring at him through the open doors.
He was about to step through when Dalek Caan spoke again.
"You would make the perfect Dalek."
He slammed the door closed.
The Doctor rubbed his neck as he watched Rose sitting in a chair. Jack had left, to make sure Rose's escape hadn't raised an alarm. He had been gone for five minutes.
Rose noticed he was looking at her.
"What are you staring at?" she snapped. The Doctor's gaze dropped. After a moment, Rose called his alias's name.
"John?" The Doctor glanced up, meeting Rose's eyes. "Who are you?"
"I'm John Smith." Rose stared at him.
"No, who are you?" she asked. "Why do you seem so familiar? Have we met?"
The Doctor shrugged, but in reality, he knew why; she travels with the younger version of him every day.
"I've just got one of those faces." he responded.
"Ok..." Rose replied, not really sure what to make of him. "You just seem freakishly familiar."
The Doctor started rubbing his neck again. Rose raised an eyebrow.
"Why are you doing that?" she asked. The Doctor glanced at her.
"I cracked my neck when you shoved me into the wall."
Rose bit her lip like she always did when she was feeling bad.
"I'm so sorry," she told him. "I was just freaked out. Do you know what it's like to wake up around a bunch of strangers?"
The Doctor laughed, forgetting who he was talking to for a moment as he trailed into one of his time travel stories.
"Well," he said. "Actually, here's a really funny story. So here I am in London, investigating a series of murders, when someone hits me over the head, knocks me out."
"Ouch," Rose murmured with a small smile. The Doctor continued.
"So I wake up in this dirty little cell with a guard outside the door, and I demand to be let go, and he won't let me out. I couldn't exactly use the Sonic, since he had taken it." Rose's eyes widened suddenly, but the Doctor didn't notice. "So I'm waiting for Martha to reappear, when suddenly the door opens and someone hits me in the head again!"
"Wow, people must have something against your head." Rose said. "Sonic?"
The Doctor didn't hear that last part.
"So I wake up, and I find myself in shackles. Blimey they were tight. There was this guard that held onto me, and I tell him to let me go, but of course, he wouldn't apparently he was taking me to Queen Victoria. Who knew that would happen in 18 hundreds Scotl-" he bit his tongue, realizing his mistake.
"Queen Victoria?" she asked. "How were you going to meet Queen Victoria? 18 hundreds? Scotland?" Her eyes widened. "You're a time traveler!" Rose cried.
The Doctor rubbed his neck. "Me and my big fat mouth."
Calcon pulled the trigger of her gun, and a light flew out, and hit the Doctor. He screamed in agony clutching his chest.
Rory, Clara, and Donna hurried to keep the Doctor on his feet while River went for her gun and cocked it in under three seconds.
"Guards!" Calcon shouted, and a couple Silurians ripped the gun out of River's hands and held her arms behind her back. She struggled.
"Doctor!" she shouted.
Three more guards grabbed Rory, Clara, and Donna and pulled them away. They struggled too.
Calcon pulled the trigger again, and the Doctor screamed, collapsing to the ground.
"Doctor!" they screamed.
Calcon moved forward, as the Doctor, full of pain, glanced up at her with difficulty.
"What—what are you doing?" he gasped.
"Restac? Alaya? Remember them?" Calcon demanded as the Doctor gasped for air. She lowered herself to the floor. "They were my sisters." She said coldly. The Doctor's eyes followed her as she stood up, and pulled the trigger again.
He screamed.
"Leave him alone!" Clara cried in fear.
"Let him go!" Rory shouted.
"Wait till I get my hands on you!" Donna yelled.
River stared at the guards that held her as she struggled.
"If you hurt another hair my husband's head, I will kill you with my bare hands." River threatened.
The Doctor tried to get to his hands and knees, but every move hurt. He stared weakly at Calcon who glared at him, fire dancing in her eyes. She glanced at the Doctor's friends.
"Tie them up, throw them in a cell," Calcon commanded.
"Doctor!" River screamed, the guards dragging her away. His friends disappeared, and the Doctor groaned in agony. He heard Calcon approach him.
"You will regret ever coming down here," Calcon whispered. She turned to the guards.
"Take him to the chamber." She glanced back at him. "I'll deal with him there."