Donna came running into the console room, her face contorted into an expression of anger.

"Oi! I want a word with you," She shouted at the Brigadier.

The Brigadier looked bemused.

"What seems to be the problem, Miss Noble?"

"Do you think I'm incapable or someat'?"

The Brigadier blinked.

"Pardon?"

"In case you haven't noticed, you haven't assigned me to a group," Donna complained.

"Oh, so I haven't. I'm terribly sorry, Miss Noble. I forgot," He apologised.

"Well, it's nice to know my presence is felt," Donna said sarcastically.

"Donna, now is not the time!" Said the 10th Doctor (who was stood to the right of the 3rd Doctor near the console), indicating the Dalek in the corner.

"I don't care if Dusty Bin here is watching, I want to help!" She protested.

"And you can. You can join the elderly chap. Now if you don't mind, I think we better do what the Dalek here requires of us," Said the Brigadier.

The Doctors, Peri and the Brigadier followed the Dalek out of the TARDIS as Donna headed back down the TARDIS corridor.

Sean stood in an alcove on the Dalek spaceship, iPod held in the palm of his left hand as he checked the current timeline on Twitter. Nothing of note really. Sean had complained as soon as they landed about being unable to connect to an internet connection. Eventually, the 11th Doctor had given up and soniced his device, mumbling his disapproval of Twitter. Whilst the others found their way to the spaceship controls, he had split up from the group to find a quiet place to tweet and came across several small alcoves built into the ship.

Pressing the white circular button at the bottom of the device, Sean swiped across the blue Doctor Who background featuring the 11th Doctor and an old Adam Mitchell and typed into the search bar 'camera'. He took a shot of the Dalek spaceship, in which you could see thousands and thousands of Daleks gliding around aimlessly, and uploaded it online in the form of a tweet. After checking that the photo had been tweeted alright to Twitter, Sean then copied the link to the picture and opened the Tapatalk app. He decided the best section on the forum Gallifrey Base to post the picture in was the Greatest Show and created a new thread called 'The real thing'. After clicking 'preview post' to check the link was working in the 'IMG' code, Sean pressed 'Submit New Thread' and looked up to see a dozen Daleks making their way towards him.

"Hello," He said nervously. "Er, I don't suppose you're just after a selfie, are you?"

"Oh no," Muttered the 11th Doctor.

He and the others were stood staring at the Dalek holding the microphone in it's sucker, watching as the Dalek barked commands into it.

"YOU WILL OBEY THE DALEK MUTANT," It said.

Thinking fast, Clara ran up to the Dalek and bellowed into the microphone "Ignore those orders. The Dalek mutant, whatever it is, must have a weakness. Right, Doctor?"

"Yes," The 11th Doctor confirmed, walking up to the microphone and standing beside Clara."Yes, it does. But first they'll have to go to the Dalek mutant with the Dalek. I have a screen so we can view their progress,"

The 11th Doctor took out a small black screen out of one of his pockets and held it in front of them. Meanwhile, Ace took out a tiny metal can of Nitro 9 and chucked it at the Dalek, triggering a tiny explosion. A tiny yelp of pain came from inside the Dalek and the eyestalk flickered out, the sucker and eggwhisk both dropping, lifeless.

The screen showed the Dalek leading the Brigadier, Doctors 2 and 3 and Peri to a large Dalek mutant stood on a muddy bank next to the spikes in the torture chamber.

The 11th Doctor steered the Dalek via it's plunger towards the 7th Doctor. He snatched the microphone off the Dalek and passed it over.

"Here. You're the manipulative one. Do your manipulative-y….thing,"

"You have served your purpose. We no longer need you for the greater Dalek plan. You are merely an abomination and I order you to exterminate yourself immediately," The 7th Doctor said into the microphone, giving a surprisingly convincing (albeit very Scottish-sounding) Dalek voice.

The group watched as the Dalek mutant slowly began to die. The 7th Doctor dropped the microphone as the Doctors, the Brigadier and Peri entered the TARDIS. The 11th Doctor placed the screen back in his pocket and walked towards the far right of the Dalek spaceship.

"Shall we go see how our friend Sean is doing?"

Sean sat in the corner of the alcove, trying to fight back tears as he updated his old blogsite with a 'farewell' post. He was going to die. He knew it. These were Daleks and if there was one thing they never did, it was spare somebody from extermination. He was never going to see his family again. He was never going to see his dogs again. He was never going to see his favourite TV show Doctor Who again. How ironic it was that his death was going to be caused by his favourite villains from the series he always thought was fictional.

Oh well. Time to face the inevitable, he thought.

Sean looked up to see the Daleks were now directly in front of him. He glanced back at his iPod and quickly pressed 'publish'. He crunched up his eyes in anticipation. This was it. This was the end.