Matt stared at awe as the man on the screen seemingly knew they were there. He casually talked to the Doctor with the cape and it looked as the two had history and froze when the man on the screen started asking him questions.

"Ah, who're you?" the man on the screen inquired as he looked at Matt.

Matt didn't know how he could've known he was there but he mustered, "I'm… the Doctor…"

He watched as the man lowered his flute in awe as he exclaimed, "Getting younger, aren't they?"

Rolling his eyes, the Doctor called to his attention and asked why he contacted them.

"Oh yes, bit of a problem I'm having," the man told him.

Matt listened in and he learned that the man on the screen… is also the Doctor. Three Doctors from different points, brought together, and Matt's not sure how he feels about this.

"Look, I'm sure the two of you have it in the bag, but I'm weathered at the moment, I'm not much good to you," Matt tried telling them that he's sick and thus not a good candidate to whatever they're dealing with.

Unfortunately, it backfired tremendously for Matt, and the Doctor with the bowl cut demanded he come with them, he's useful.

"Sick?" Matt questioned the choice and the Doctor with the bowl cut nodded.

"Yes! That's perfect, bring him along, will you?" Matt heard the Doctor with the bowl cut tell the Doctor with the cape.

Backing away slowly, Matt tried to tell the men that he's sick, and that if he doesn't get back to his flat at once, he risked the ire of Ripley.

"I'm not in the position to run around," Matt tried to say. "If you understood what I had to deal with three weeks ago, you'd agree with me!"

He had to deal with dangerous creatures that feasted on sickly people like him and here he was dripping with mucus, from his nose and throat.

The last thing he wanted was to run into them again, especially in his state.

"You don't understand, my boy, you're perfect!" the Doctor with the bowl cut insisted.

Matt tilted his head as he asked, "How?"

The Doctor with the bowl cut replied, "Have you met them, yet?"

Matt felt like he's missing context and shook his head.

The Doctor with the cape filled him in and stated that the other Doctor's talking about some troubling aliens that've besieged the pair for quite a while.

"You're fortunate you haven't met one yet," the Doctor with the cape said to Matt.

Scratching the side of his cheek, Matt asked the pair what they're talking about, and rather telling him outright, they've decided to take him along, whether he wanted or not.

"I can't be much use to you if I'm throwing up, possibly my guts!" Matt tried saying.

However, he's told, "Getting sick's never stopped us before."

Groaning, Matt felt a pit in his stomach and the Doctor with the cape took over the console.

He took them to where the other Doctor waited for them and he wasted no time hobbling in to greet Matt.

Matt tried to tell him that he's possibly contagious, but apparently the Doctors' dealt with worse, and he shook his hand.

"He's rather young to be playing Doctor, isn't he?" the Doctor with the cape pointed out Matt's age.

The Doctor with the bowl cut shook his head and disagreed.

"Young enough he'll learn, by the time he grows into it, it'll fit him like a nice jacket," he countered the other Doctor's comment.

Matt couldn't react as the Doctor with the bowl cut yanked him by the hand towards the door with the Doctor with the cape waiting near it.

No matter how much he insisted, Matt's going on this adventure whether he wants to or not. This time, it's not Jodie prodding him to do it, and instead he's getting the crash course of what it means to be, the Doctor.

The Doctor with the cape turned around and closed the TARDIS door as the Doctor with the bowl cut pulled Matt ahead.

As he kept up, Matt looked around and noticed they're in a building of some sort, and he didn't recognize it at all. He admits his memory's faulty at times, but he's certain he'd recognize the interior from somewhere, and he isn't.

"Now, when we get to it, don't worry too much," the Doctor with the bowl cut instructed the befuddled Matt as he felt the Doctor pulling on him.

Matt asked what he's talking about and the Doctor with the bowl cut didn't tell him more. The Doctor with the cape simply said that Matt won't forget this experience and he probably won't.

Matt's trying to come up with several dozen excuses as to why he's not in his bed recovering from his cold and in all of them, he sees an agitated Ripley who'll thwack him and Jodie for getting into trouble.

As he tried to keep up, Matt's forced to stop as the Doctor with the bowl cut abruptly stopped.

Turning around, the Doctor with the bowl cut instructed him on how to act and not to act.

"What's going on?" Matt demanded answers.

He's already sick as it is and he's fortunate he hasn't lost what little of food's in his stomach yet and here these men were pulling him into an adventure against his will.

The Doctor with the bowl cut explained to Matt that there's an alien just around the corner and it's chained. It doesn't understand that there's more than one Doctor and thinks there's only one. So, they're going to pull one over it's head by making think they're one and the same.

"So, you mean, you want me to make it think I'm you?" Matt tried to understand what's requested of him.

Nodding, the Doctor with the bowl cut told him that they needed to keep the alien from suspecting anything else and keep up the narrative that the Doctor is eternal.

"I'm not sure how much good I'll do," Matt blinked as he brought up that he's nowhere near the two Doctors' ages.

Waving his hand, the Doctor with the cape stated that all Matt needed to do was simply make it look like that he's the other Doctors, nothing more.

When Matt asked how he's supposed to do that, the Doctor with the bowl cut stepped in, and said that Matt should act like similar to them.

"I'm the Doctor, not an actor," Matt responded.

The Doctor with the bowl nodded as he pointed at Matt.

"Yes, yes, that's very good," he complimented Matt's reaction.

Unwittingly, Matt went with the Doctors towards the end of the hallway and slowly turned the corner, where he sees something chained up and motionless.

To describe it, it looked like a bit of a metal rubbish can that sloped downward with a black strip around it with neatly lined half orbs going up until it stopped near the head that looked like the head of a badminton birdie with it black and a silver stock poking out. In the stock, there's what looked like a rounded lens inside the black stock, hidden around an outward black segmented half circle.

"What is it?" Matt asked the Doctors.

He heard, "You'll see."

The Doctor with the cape stepped forward and talked to the object standing quietly in the centre of the room with the chains.

"You're outmatched," he told the object.

Matt jumped backwards when he heard a low robotic voice, "Da-leks are not out-matched!"

It sounded too robotic, but the Doctor with the bowl cut inferred that it's only robotic because the creature inside's using a voice modular.

"Yes, you are," the Doctor with the cape insisted. "Look at me, you'll never get rid of me."

Pointing at Matt and the Doctor with the bowl cut, he insisted that no matter what, he's still present, and the alien can't win.

It didn't deter it and it balked at the claim.

"There is only one Doc-tor!" screeched the robotic voice.

Nodding, the Doctor with the cape told the alien that there is only one and here he is with two other versions of himself.

"You li-e!" screeched the robotic voice.

Matt turned towards the Doctor with the bowl cut and begged for an explanation.

Turning towards him, the Doctor with the bowl cut explained that the alien before them is a captured Dalek scout.

UNIT caught it while it attempted a recon mission and contacted the Doctor with the bowl cut for assistance in determining where the other soldiers were.

It's not going well as the Dalek would rather die than tell all.

Time is of an essence and that's why the Doctor with the bowl cut needed Matt and the Doctor with the cape to help fool the Dalek.

"Doesn't like us very much," the Doctor with the bowl cut explained to Matt. "Won't like you much, either, when they find out you're one, too."

The Dalek weren't bright, hateful they were, but not very bright, and thus the Doctor with the bowl cut hoped to fool this one into fessing up where the leader and the other soldiers were.

The sooner they do it, the sooner UNIT soldiers would've taken care of the issues at hand, and then that'll be all.

"What does it have to do with me being sick?" Matt asked.

The Doctor with the cape interrupted them and interjected, "Simple, you're going to make it think you contracted a deadly contagion and that if it doesn't tell us what we know, you'll cough on it."

Threat of biological warfare, not something Matt would ever think of doing, nor imagine, and yet the Doctors motioned for him to do it for their sake.

Matt sheepishly approached the chained Dalek as it sat motionlessly.

Knowing he couldn't haphazardly say he's the Doctor without ruining their cover, Matt looked inward, and tried to put on a brave face.

He told the Dalek, "I'm the Doctor and I'm very sick. If you don't do as I tell you, you'll regret it!"

Involuntary, Matt covered his mouth with his forearm and coughed heavily.

The act alone made the Dalek weary and the Doctor with the cape seized the opportunity to say, "You better do what I say, else you'll catch the sickness, too!"

Dramatically, the Doctor with the cape made it sound like Matt's cold was life or death, and that if the Dalek caught it, it'll be the end of it.

"Writhing in pain, wishing you were dead, your insides leaking, you want to suffer that, hmmm?" the Doctor with the cape asked the Dalek.

The Dalek screeched, "You lie!"

It went on for nearly an hour before the men realized it wasn't gong as well as they'd hoped. The Dalek clamed up and wouldn't tell either them anything.

The Doctor with the bowl cut rolled his eyes and exhaled, "This is going nowhere!"

The trio reconvened and they discussed the seriousness of the situation.

It appeared that it wasn't the first time the Dalek encountered one of the Doctors and the constant barrage caused them to carefully conceal their appearances to the point even the TARDIS couldn't find them.

Pushed, the Dalek did what they could to mask themselves from scanners and even forced the mantra of death before betrayal.

There's no betrayal for Dalek, as Dalek destroy each other over a hint of it, and none of them want to deal with the Doctor or any of the variations running amok.

"So, what do we do?" Matt asked the men.

The Doctor with the cape suggested a good thrashing.

The Doctor with the bowl cut suggested something a little refined, torture.

"Even then, you don't know if what it'll give you will lead you to them," Matt pointed out that the Dalek could've easily led them into a trap in a bid to escape their ploys.

Sighing, the Doctor with the cape scratched his bare chin as he wondered what they ought to do about their situation.

"It has to be something. One Dalek captured won't make a difference, they'll kill all of us before then," the Doctor with the bowl cut warned that even with their captured comrade, the Dalek would sooner destroy all of them than a chance of their comrade escaping.

Thinking, Matt tried to come up with ways to force the Dalek to tell them where the others were and as he did, he felt an itch in his nose that wouldn't go away.

His chest heaved as he let out a bellowing sneeze and the men froze.

"You don't suppose…" the Doctor with the cape looked towards the Doctor with the bowl cut.

The Doctor with the bowl cut scratched his bare chin as he responded, "It could work."