[A/N: Sorry for the long wait between chapters. Had a wee case of writer's block. Don't worry though. I know what is going to happen. I've just had a bit of trouble filling in all the details in between. Anyway, enjoy this chapter, because I'm not sure when the next one will be ready for you all.]

"No", said the Doctor, so quietly that Amy and Rory only just heard it. "No. No. No", he then continued. He was shaking his head from side to side "Not now. Of all the times you could pick, seriously? Ah, this is my luck though, isn't it?" He was pacing around, arms flailing, and then stopped, hands pressed to the rim of his console. He then stared into the screen, eyes wide, absorbing the picture of the Dalek.

"You can't hear me from in here though. Can't talk my way out of trouble stuck inside a box now, can I?" The Doctor said, departing the TARDIS, despite Amy and Rory's insisting protests that it wasn't safe.

The Doctor stepped out of the TARDIS Doors, head held high and adjusting the bow-tie around his neck. He faced his opponents, showing little fear, but a stern look of determination.

"You are The Doctor", the hate-filled aliens screamed menacingly.
"The one and only", replied the Time Lord.
"You have confirmed that you are The Doctor. We have no need for the other Time Lord."
The Doctor stood stock still. His face blank of any expression, mouth hung slightly open.
"What other Time Lord?" he finally asked.
One of the Daleks moved over to a control panel, switching it with its sucker. A large screen was blipped on and the image of a prison cell was then exposed.

The room on the screen was cramped and bathed in red light. A man was shackled to the wall, He looked exhausted and beaten, but his attention was soon caught and the man looked up, so he was staring out at his onlookers. Although, shredded and torn, the remains of black hoodie only just loosely fitted around his raggedly thin torso. His face was round and unshaven and his hair was platinum blonde.

The Doctor took in the sight of The Master with complete bewilderedness. "How can you be here?" He said, his voice coming out with a tinge of worry and fear.
Despite his circumstances, The Master made a toothy grin and spat out, "There were cracks in time and I slipped through." He then chuckled and one of his eyes twitched. He had clearly been driven mad.
"You can't have. I sealed those. I rebooted the universe."
"And yet, I still slipped through." The Master finished.
"We have located The Doctor. You are no longer required for Dalek use. You will be exterminated", said one of the Daleks. "Ex-ter-"
"No!" yelled The Doctor.
"-min-ate!"
With that a bright beam was shot at The Master and for some brief seconds all they knew of The Master was only his skeleton which could be seen as the electricity shot through him and his agonizing screams. Then it was over and the charred body of The Master hung limply and still from the shackles.

A tear dripped silently down The Doctor's cheek and his lower lip was trembling.
"What have you done?" he shouted at the Daleks. He watched, waiting for The Master to regenerate, but it didn't come.
"Prepare prison chamber for freezing." A Dalek ordered. "Gla-ci-ate! Gla-ci-ate!" The image of the Master's cell was slowly bathed in a pale blue light and The Master was frozen over. A layer of frost quickly coated his face and clung to his lifeless features. Then the image on the screen cut out and all attention in the room was delegated back onto The Doctor.

Amy and Rory had watched the entire scene from inside of the TARDIS on the scanner. They did not know who the man in the cell had been, but had always been lead to believe that The Doctor was the last Time Lord. They weren't sure what the existence of another Time Lord meant or if it even mattered now, because he had been exterminated. While this situation caused them confusion, it was not at the top of their list of the worries. The top priority was making sure that The Doctor was safe, but at the moment he was defenceless amongst an entire Dalek army.

The Daleks are The Doctor's oldest and deadliest enemies. Time and time again he had defeated them. They always survived, when The Doctor's own race had not. The Doctor was not about to begin to think about how the universe wasn't fair, because that is an endless thought train that will drive one around in circles for eons and never get you anywhere. Just like thinking about The Time War. This was the sort of thinking that tore him up inside, and although it got easier to deal with, he was sure that he would never fully come to terms with any of it.

The TARDIS's shield was keeping him safe for now, as long as he stayed within it. He briefly wondered as to why the space craft looked the way it did. Daleks saw themselves as the supreme race and that anything non-Dalek should be exterminated until they were the only ones left in the universe. Why then, would they feel the need to assimilate the technology of others? He has to find out what The Daleks' intentions are. To The Doctor's knowledge they had not as of yet harmed any of the humans down below. For how long this fact was going to remain true, The Doctor was not sure of. He had to make sure that whatever happened to him, that Amy and Rory would be safe. He regretted even taking them to the space craft with him in the first place. Then there was The Master. He couldn't have predicted a return of his childhood friend turned arched rival again in his lifetime. However, it had happened and whether it was his fault or not he would resolve it. The Master was dead, or close to it. There was still a chance of regeneration though if the freezing process could be reversed. The Doctor had prioritized the order of things he must take care of and was working on a plan to see to each of these priorities as best he could. Whilst, meanwhile Chen7 had taken over his right heart and was working its way through the rest of his anatomy as each hour went by.