The Doctor waved his sonic screwdriver at the Dalek's antibodies. "Pull back. Down! Jump, everyone, jump!"
Gretchen and Journey jumped down the hole and the Doctor followed, sliding down the Dalek's organic refuse disposal tube with a smile. He knew what was at the bottom and flew into the air at the very end of the tube, shooting out over the nasty junk-filled liquid everyone else had fallen into. He floated down and stood on the air just above the gunk.
"Urgh! What is this stuff?" Clara asked.
"People. The Daleks need protein," the Doctor answered, "Occasionally, they harvest from their victims. This is a feeding tube."
"Is Ross here?" Journey asked.
"Yeah. Top layer, if you want to say a few words," the Doctor said.
Journey grabbed the Doctor's ankle, yanked him down, and shoved him against the wall. Her hair fluttered gently as she spoke. "A man has just died. You will not talk like that."
The Doctor touched her chest and they both rose into the air, Journey's hair flaring. "A lot of people have died. Everything in here is dead." The Doctor gently set her down and her hair settled. "And do you know why that's good?"
"There is nothing good about that," Journey said.
"Nothing is alive in here, so logically this is the weakest spot in the Dalek's internal security. Nobody guards the dead. Mortuaries and larders, always the easiest to break out of. Oh, I've lived a life. Tell Uncle Stupid that we're in." The Doctor spotted something useful. "Ah-ha! A bolt hole." He flew to the large bolt in the wall and unscrewed it with the sonic screwdriver.
"He'll get us out of here. The difficult part is not killing him before he can," Clara said.
"Bolt hole. Actually, a hole for a bolt," the Doctor said, and waited for a response, "Does nobody get that?"
"Also, there's the puns," Clara said.
"Watch it, decontamination tubes are hot," the Doctor said as he flew in.
"Every memory recorded. Some suppressed, but all still intact. We need to show the Dalek that star being born again. Recreate that moment," the Doctor explained, "You need to get up there, find that moment and reawaken it."
"Me?" Clara questioned.
"Yes, you. Good idea," the Doctor said.
"And who's the one who can fly?"
"I am. Now get up there."
"You get up there," Clara countered.
"I would, but I've got a clever thing to do. It's up to you to get into its memory banks and reawaken the memory."
Clara sighed. "How?"
"Haven't the foggiest. Do a clever thing. And then once you've done it, the Dalek will be suggestible to new ideas. It will be open again. And I will show it something that will change its mind forever."
"What?" Journey asked.
"Not a clue."