Skaro. The twelfth planet from its sun and not the most inviting planet. Every day and night, acid rain felled from the sky, over the ruins of the old civilisations of the Kaleds and Thals. Cities that once harboured life were no more than empty shells of what used to be. Hidden in the eyestalk of one of the towering Dalek statues was a robed woman who went by the name of Darla. She peered down at the mess of the planet down below her. She remembered what it used to be. "First, there were the Daleks," she mused to herself, but loud enough for anyone else to hear. "And then, there was a man who fought them. And then, in time, he died. Of course, a few believe this man somehow survived, and that one day he will return. For both our sakes, dearest Hannah, we must hope these stories are true."

There was, however, someone there with Darla. Someone who hadn't been to Skaro in a long time. "I got your message," the Doctor told her as he approached the woman slowly. "Few people can do that. Send me messages."

Darla turned around and faced the Time Lord. She was glad that he had come and wasn't dead like what she had heard about him. "I have a daughter, Hannah," the woman said. "She's in a Dalek prison camp. They say you can help."

"Do they? I wish they'd stop," the Doctor muttered. He looked around at where they were standing. He looked out towards the horizon, through the acid rain that was falling. "I love your choice of meeting place."

"They said I'd have to intrigue you."

"Skaro. The original planet of the Daleks. Look at the state of it. Who told you about me?"

"Does it matter?"

"Maybe not, but you're very well-informed. If Hannah's in a Dalek prison camp, tell me, why aren't you?"

"I escaped."

The Doctor chuckled and shook his head. "No. Nobody escapes the Dalek camps," he said, touching her hands slightly. "You're very cold."

"What's wrong?" Darla asked.

"It's a trap."

"What is?"

"You are, and you don't even know it," the Doctor told her.

But as soon as he had finished talking, Darla stood still. Perfectly still. Much too perfect for a human. She shuddered and shook before a small, Dalek eyestalk grew out of her forehead. The Doctor slowly backed away from Darla. He was right. It was a trap. He looked down at her hands and spotted a small Dalek blaster in her right palm. He began to back away, but he wasn't quick enough. Darla fired her blaster, and it hit the Doctor. He fell backwards and slumped to the ground.

The woman formally known as Darla looked over at the Doctor, and a Dalek saucer appeared in the sky above them. She opened her mouth as if to speak, but it wasn't her voice that came out. It was the Daleks. "THE DOC-TOR IS AC-QUI-RED!"