The Doctors stepped out of the TARDIS to find themselves onboard a Dalek spaceship. Millions and millions of Daleks stared back intensely, gliding delicately above a vast bronze exterior.

"Er, Dalek Sam, I think it may be a good idea if you stay inside the TARDIS," the 8th Doctor called into the TARDIS as the other companions exited.

"Oh, hello!" The 9th Doctor shouted, a grin beginning to form across his face. "Don't suppose you fancy a cup of tea and some bananas, do you?"

"EXTERMINATE!" The Daleks replied in unison as they began to fire rapidly at the Doctors.

"Thought not," he muttered .

The Doctors and their companions dashed across the spaceship as the Daleks continued to fire. However, when they reached the other end of the ship, another Dalek was stood in their way. It was oddly motionless, it's eyestalk not even lit up with the familiar blue glow. The 11th Doctor walked towards it and placed his palm on the Dalek's bodywork. A faint vibration nestled it's way through his hands. He pushed and it opened inwards to reveal a gothic TARDIS interior. The Doctors immediately recognised the wooden Victorian bookcase as belonging to the Master. Nobody else on Gallifrey had owned a bookcase quite like it. The Master, who was stood by the bookcase, noticed the Doctors staring inside. He clicked his fingers as he walked out and the TARDIS closed behind him.

"You don't stand a chance, Doctors," the Master snarled. "Somewhere, there's ickle baby you waiting to be killed by your's truly. Time and time again you have defeated me, Doctors. Now it's my go!"

"You rrrrr-eally are twisted, aren't you?" the 7th Doctor said. "A twisted, ego-centric fool. And yet you'rrrrre still blind-dead("Bone-dead, Professah!" Ace corrected.) stupid. We're all here. Why don't you kill the latest incarnation now, eh? Then you will have killed us all on this silly excuse of a Dalek spaceship,"

"Oh. Oh! I could. I COULD. I don't even have to find you as a baby. YOU'LL ALL DIE!"

The Master got out his laser screwdriver and aimed it at Malcolm Tucker.

"Oh, and now he gets out a sonic fucking screwdriver. What are you going to do, unscrew me to death?" Malcolm sneered.

"Sonic? Oh, you'll really pay for that insult, Doctor," Threatened the Master. "Let's see, one thousand years? Two thousand? No, let's make it really painful. Let's say TEN MILLION YEARS!"

The Master fired at Malcolm and he began to age rapidly. Within moments, a dead body laid where Malcolm once stood. The Doctors and their companions headed into the Master's TARDIS whilst he was distracted celebrating his own 'victory' to find a Dalek heading from a big wooden door towards them.

"Alliance is over, Daleks!" the Master cheerfully announced. "The Doctor is dead. Every last one of them,"

"YOU DID NOT STICK TO OUR DEAL," One of the Daleks replied, a noticeable surge of anger resonating through its voice. "WE WERE SUPPOSED TO BE THE ONES TO KILL THE DOCTOR,"

"THE DOCTOR IS STILL ALIVE," A voice spoke from the shadows of the Dalek ship.

The Master spun around to see a Dalek escort the Doctors forward.

"But that's not possible! I saw him DIE!" he roared.

"No, you saw an illusion," the 8th Doctor said. "He wasn't the Doctor. He wasn't even alive. He was a projection created to feel like their creators the Gelth cannot,"

"So he was based on Malcolm Tucker!" said the teenager stood to the left of Clara.

The 10th Doctor recognised him as the boy who'd arrived with the illusion. He wore a black jacket with striking blue lining in the hood and black tracksuit bottoms, which the Doctors noted contained two small patches of mud. He had a boyish face and fairly long eyelashes. Perhaps the most striking part, however, was his short brown hair stuck up in a way that almost seemed like he was in permanent shock.

"YES! That's it. Oh, you're brilliant,…er, whatever your name is," The 10th Doctor said sheepishly.

"Sean. It's Sean," The boy said.

"Sean. Sean! Brilliant! I've always wanted to say Sean!" remarked the 10th Doctor.

"And there's a time and a place for fanboying over my name!" Sean pointed out. "Now if you don't mind, I think we should focus on escaping from this madman who looks strangely like John Simm from Doctor Who,"

"You can't escape from us. I have an army," said the Master.

"We have a guy called Sean," the 11th Doctor said, stepping forward as if to make a point.

Sean gave the 11th Doctor a 'What-did-I-just-say?' look, arching his eyebrows as if to say 'really?'.

"Aye, and yeh have a highlander tae answer to over here!" Shouted Jamie.

Jamie ran over to the Master and kicked him roughly in the balls. The Master knelt down and clutched himself in pain as the Doctors and their respective companions ran back to the TARDIS in a hurry. However, just as they were about to enter the 11th Doctor's TARDIS, a group of Daleks glided towards the space-time ship's doors and stood in front, like the guards stood outside Buckingham Palace in London. Their only way out was blocked. There was no escape from the might of the Daleks.