The Doctor and Borusa are still inside the messy room of the scrapyard, this time held at gunpoint by multiple Daleks as even more Daleks roll around the room, trying to work with some of the broken equipment.

The Doctor has been so preoccupied with trying to figure out what the Daleks are doing, as well as wondering why there are so many Daleks in a scrapyard, if it even is a scrapyard (probably not), that it takes him a while to realize that he can hear silent murmur from his left. And as he realizes what the murmur is, he rolls his eyes and sighs. Of course.

"Will you stop praying to Rassilon."

"Have you got a better idea?" Borusa frantically says, on high alert as he eyes the Dalek that has them on gunpoint.

"Rassilon isn't gonna help us. He's not here, and even if he was, he wouldn't have helped us if it didn't profit himself," the Doctor says spitefully.

"You really don't like Rassilon, do you?"

"Oh, Rassilon lost my respect a long time ago."

"Why?"

The Doctor slightly shrugs, never keeping his eyes of the Daleks that is roaming around the room. "We had our differences."

"Wait. Are you meaning to tell me that you've met him?" Borusa gapes.

"Yes, we have." The Doctor waits for Borusa to answer, but the answer never comes. And as he turns towards him to see what's wrong, he finds Borusa's face frozen in shock. "Never meet your heroes, Borusa."

Then he turns towards the Daleks again, neglecting Borusa. As the Doctor look a little closer, he notices that the Daleks aren't just working on the broken equipment laying around, but they're working on one specific machine. However, he can't determine what the machine is for.

"What do you suggest we do then?" Borusa asks, having let the shock die down. "Because, need I remind you, you're the one who got us into this mess, you're the one who said that this is the thing you usually do."

"This is the thing I usually do."

"Then have you got a plan?"

"Yes. Talk."

Borusa hesitates for a moment, not understanding where the Doctor is going with this. "I'm sorry. What?"

"The best survival skill in a situation like this: talking. Trust me, the Daleks love to chit chat." That is the last thing the Doctor says to Borusa before he turns to the Daleks and waves his arm in the air. "Hey! Daleks!"

"Oh, Rassilon, help us," Borusa breathes, wanting to hide behind his robes.

"Excuse me," the Doctor continues until the Daleks turns towards him. "Hello! Hey! Nice to see you. Can we have a little talk? Because I feel like there something I'm missing out on."

"You are in no position to make demands," the nearest Dalek says.

The Doctor only nods before continuing. "Yes, I know. Now, I was wondering why you are here? Yes, I mean, we are on Skaro. It makes sense that there are Daleks here, but why exactly here? We are in the middle of nowhere."

"Silence! You are prisoners on this ship. You are in no position to make demands," it repeats.

"We're not prisoners. We're tourists. On sightseeing to Skaro. It's exciting! Can we take selfie?" the Doctor jokes and grins.

"We kind of are prisoners," Borusa whispers, afraid to talk too loudly.

"Wait, hold on. This is a ship? We thought it was a scrapyard," the Doctor says as he realizes what the Dalek had actually said.

"This is the Dalek battleship T-787," the Dalek answers.

The Doctor smirks as he looks around the chaotic mess of the room. "Well, maybe you should hire a cleaning-lady. This place looks like a wreck."

"It is a wreck."

The Doctor chuckles. "Usually you're a bit more optimistic about your work."

"Our ship was wrecked as we crossed a barrier in space and time with the force of the Shock Wave by the moment. We used the last of our power to reach Skaro. Now our engines and communication devices are destroyed, and you will help us fix it," the Dalek says.

The Doctor hesitates for a moment, sorting out his thoughts, going through new information. There was something … important in that sentence.

Then, suddenly, he starts to grin.

"You need my help? Oh, stop it. You make me blush."

"But fix what?" Borusa suddenly asks, pointing to the machine he assume is what they need fixed. "The engines? That doesn't look like an engine."

"No, not the engines. The communication device."

"Wouldn't it be better to fix the engines so that you can leave on your own, rather than having to call for help from the other Daleks on Skaro?" the Doctor says.

"The communication device will not be fixed to call for help. It will be fixed to send a warning."

The Doctor frowns, knowing that whatever the warning is about, it can't be good. "A warning of what?"

The Daleks doesn't answer, instead, one of them moves intimidatingly towards the Doctor. "You will help us fix it, Doctor."

The Doctor doesn't seem frightened. "And if I say no?"

"You will help us fix it, Doctor, or the Time Lord children will be killed."

The Doctor's chest twist in a disgusting feeling, almost making him nauseous. Dammit!

On the outside, however, (much unlike Borusa, who's fear is lit all over his face) the Doctor doesn't even flinch.

"What Time Lord children?" he asks carefully.

"Bring forward the children!" the Dalek commands and from the exit of the room, ten young Time Lords was hoarded into the room.

The Doctor verbally groans and angrily mumbles: "'Don't wander off'! It's so simple! Why do they never listen!?"

"You were supposed to stay in the TARDIS!" Borusa yells at the Deca.

"I blame Theta and Koschei!" Millennia says.

"Yeah, but we were just gonna …" Theta says, struggling to find the right words. "We weren't gonna … No, I give up. I don't have a good explanation."

Just as Borusa is going to continue yelling at the Deca, the Dalek they were previously talking to decides to take the word and Borusa shut his mouth.

"Help us fix the device, Doctor."

The Doctor doesn't say anything for a while. He stands still and looks at the Dalek with a terrifyingly grim look, feeling cornered, looking for a way out. And the look in his eyes doesn't go unnoticed, not by Borusa, not by the Deca, not by Theta.

Eventually, the Dalek grows impatient.

"Doctor!"

"Yeah, okay. Fine. I will!" he finally says. "But not unless you answer my question: what is it for? What are you going to warn the rest of Skaro about?"

The Daleks hesitates, in a strange way exchanging glances between themselves, like they're weighing their options between themselves in a silent language.

"The Moment."

"Moment? What moment?"

"Your Moment."

For the Doctor it feels like an eternity until he realizes what the Dalek is actually talking about. And it's not because he doesn't think about it. Because the Doctor isn't stupid. This warning. It's got to be about something really important. It's something worth warning the whole of Skaro about. Even just the atmosphere in the room tells him that what they're talking about is big. Of course, it has to be that. But still, it takes him forever to actually acknowledge it. Just because he doesn't want to acknowledge it. Every fiber of his being is begging for it to not be true. However, reality says differently.

Theta can see the change in the Doctor's face as he realizes whatever 'the Moment' is. And it's like everything Theta has thought about the Doctor crumbles to pieces. Because the Doctor's face sort of cracks. And Theta can now see a chaotic mess of sorrow and pain and hate and desperation in his eyes. Theta finds himself wondering more than ever: Who is the Doctor? What has he been through?

"You were there," the Doctor says, his voice actually, very, very subtly, cracking.

"We were too far away to be destroyed in the Moment, but close enough to be thrown by the shock wave of it. The wave took us here, to the past. We managed to get to Skaro, but not close enough to civilization."

"But the Time Lock? It would have …" the Doctor stops short. "That was the barrier you crashed through. That must have been some strong shock wave. So now you need to fix your communication device, so that you can warn the rest of Skaro about the Time War."

"Yes."

"What!? What Time War?" Borusa frantically asks, though no one answers him.

"Warn them to prevent it?" the Doctor asks, the joyful spirit in him gone.

"No, warn them to prepare for it. This time we have a head start. This time we know about the Moment. This time we know about you, Doctor." The Dalek says it like a victory speech, and it makes the Doctor sick to his stomach.

The Doctor shakes his head slowly. "No," he says. "I can't let you do that."

"Then the Time Lord children will die. Scans shows that this Time Lord is you from an earlier point in your timeline." The Dalek moves toward the Deca and specifically aims his weapon on a trembling Theta. "If he dies you will cease to exist."

While his lips form a smirk and his eyes are locked onto something in the corner of his eyes, he slightly nods his head. "Yeah, I can't let you do that either."

"Then you have no choice but to help us."

"I'm sorry," the Doctor says, suddenly grinning. "I've got plans. But let's take a rain check, yeah?"

Almost too quick for the eyes to see, the Doctor grabs his sonic screwdriver from the inner pocket of his jacket and points it towards a certain box on the ground. The same, golden box Borusa had previously found.

Suddenly, the lights shut down and the room goes dark. And to Theta's relief, he can't see any terrifying, blue specks. The Daleks must have shut down as well.

Now, the only light in the room is a faint, green light, illuminating the Doctor's face. He's running towards the exit, hauling Borusa behind him.

"Come on!" he yells. "Their systems will reboot anytime now."

The Deca follows him out, doing as they're told. When they get outside, they don't stop, running towards the TARDIS. Well, except for the Doctor and Theta.

Borusa looks behind his shoulder, confused.

"Go on!" the Doctor yells. "I have to do something!"

Theta stands completely still, watching the Doctor running back towards the broken ship. He did exactly what Theta thought he would. He found a way out. When they had no other option, he saved them all. It amazes Theta. It makes him smile.

Is this really Theta's future?

When the Doctor passes Theta, who is still standing still, he yells: "What the hell are you doing? Run!" The Doctor disappears behind the debrief of the ship. And Theta finally does as he is told and runs toward the TARDIS.

Borusa and the Deca doesn't stop running until they get to the TARDIS. When they do, they don't go inside, but watch the ship from the distance, waiting for the Doctor to show up.

"Why did the Doctor go back?" Jellpax asks Borusa.

"I don't know."

They don't have to wait much longer until they see the Doctor coming up from the ship. He's not running anymore. He's simply walking towards them with something long and thin in his right hand, resting the end of the thing on his shoulder. Borusa gapes when the Doctor is close enough for him to recognize the thing as a ripped off Dalek eyestalk.

That's exactly when the Dalek ship explodes with a loud bang and it turns into a chaotic mess of blazing flames and destroyed metal, not even holding up any structure anymore.

Theta backs away towards the TARDIS, a horrified fear in his chest. He watches the Doctor walking, holding the dead eyestalk, the destructive inferno behind him, the monster-look in his eyes. And Theta feels a kind of terror that is so much worse than the Daleks; he's terrified of himself.

Is this really Theta's future?