"The edge of space?" Clara repeated off the Doctor, who turned to look at her face.
"Yes, I'm afraid we could be in grave danger," the Doctor admitted in tremble as there wasn't much point lying to Clara after the TARDIS' humming lowered, and the lighting suddenly flooded the whole room in a dim red, including the console pillar, in order to alert a major emergency to passengers. "If I'm not careful with this girl, we will be pulled out of space into oblivion- moving at the same rate for all eternity".
The Doctor gulped at this thought and turned back to the monitor pulling a straight rough face to hide away his fear to Clara, who jumped into a position next to the Doctor to see what he was looking at curiously.
Cautiously, the Doctor and Clara both viewed the TARDIS console monitor which was conveniently displaying the outside view of a bunch of dim lights bunched up together like faint dust in the distance surrounded by nothing except the pitch blackness of nothing.
"Now if we're on the edge of space, is that what I think it is?" Clara asked in amazement turning the Doctor who seemed to give the impression he knew what she was thinking.
After feeling dark and cold in the Doctor's presence, he astonishingly smirked in privilege of viewing this sight, "Yes it is, Clara. You are looking at a cluster of clusters of clusters of all galaxies in this universe. This is the universe. You must feel proud."
"Actually, I feel rather more puny and insignificant," Clara responded who was staring at the Doctor with a cheeky grin.
"But to see this. No other human I can think of has seen this view," the Doctor commented in an attempt of persuasion.
"Still, I feel like rubbish," she replied.
After chuckling softly, the Doctor jumped up from his position, and scrolled around the console to the opposite side as if electrocuted on the spot, in order to attempt to fly safely out the edge horizon of space.
"Wait Doctor, you sure you can fly us out safely?" Clara questioned doubtfully, popping her head from the console pillar, so the Doctor could see a face from the opposite side.
With a deep breath indicating nerve-racking tension within the time lord, and a good old shake of his hands, the Doctor took a hold of several components, then peered over to Clara expressing both uncertainty and confidence, "you ready then?"
"No," she responded shakily.
"Right then," the Doctor finished optimistically.
"Geronimo".
With that end, the TARDIS engines begun to spring back into life with beautiful, gentle screeches vibrating from the heart of the TARDIS, as the Doctor busily began operating their safe route out of the horizon.
"I'm doing well, Clara. Don't you worr-AAAGGH"
CRASH!
A huge rumble lasting several seconds shock the console room, and sent the pair screaming in surprise to the floor with a big, painful thud.
"What was that, Doctor? Tell me!" she demanded, terrified that they had failed to escape the oblivion of darkness.
At sonic speed, the Doctor got up in a matter of a moment then grabbed the monitor with his left hand and pulled it towards him to view a shockingly familiar and deadly image; returning his coldness.
A crimson- brown disc shaped ship spinning closer and closer to the TARDIS, as if they were being pulled in.
"Doctor! What can you see?!" she nagged on, steadily getting up in slight agony from the impact.
"I'm sorry, Clara. I'm so so sorry. We are being pulled in by a Dalek ship," the Doctor apologised coldly, continuing to watch with Clara by his side float even closer to the dreaded Dalek ship like sitting ducks.
They were doomed for sure.