After a short period of wallowing in her own self pity, Sarah gasped and sat up as a realization dawned on her. She hit herself in the forehead, "Idiot." She mumbled to herself and pulled herself off the ground. She reached into her jacket pocket and pulled out the sonic screwdriver from it. She felt her way over to the jail door and hesitated for a moment. She couldn't see… What if there were Daleks in here watching her?

"Hello…? Is there anyone in here?" She called, loathing the sound of fear in her voice. She swallowed it down and forced herself to use the voice she always addressed the Daleks in. "I demand to be answered right now." She said sternly, loading every word with as much hatred as possible. The Daleks couldn't resist hatred. There was no response and she didn't hear so much as a pin drop. Sighing in relief, she began to sonic the lock on the door. It clicked open effortlessly and silently thanked God as she walked out of the cell. She used the sonic to maneuver herself up the stairs and back to the main level of the ship. Once she was on the level she shut it off. Sarah didn't want any of the converts hearing it and converting back and she didn't want any of the actual Daleks catching her. As quietly as she could, she skirted around the ship back to her lab. The ship seemed to be oddly deserted and she assumed the rest of the Daleks were determining her fate.

Once she got to her lab, she peered carefully into the window on the door. Seeing it was empty, Sarah pulled out her key and unlocked it. She needed somewhere quiet where she could focus. She knew just how she was going to contact the doctor.

"So you're going to fly the TARDIS right onto a Dalek ship again and then what?" River questioned. They had just finished leaving the notes for Sarah and rigging her radio.

"Set off the sonic, find Sarah, show the Daleks they're outnumbered and then hopefully they'll back down."

"That's your plan? Nothing else?"

"I work best under pressure. Maybe they'll throw me a curve ball and I'll have to improvise. I do love improvising." Eleven grinned. "Then, I'll probably fly the ship back to Earth, drop off all the converted back humans to their homes, take myself and Donna back to Victorian England, wipe their memories and then drop Sarah back home."

"Home?" River raised her eyebrows, "You're just going to bring her home?"

"Yes. Home." He was programming coordinates into the TARDIS for their Dalek ship invasion.

"But she's brilliant…"

"Yes. She's brilliant. What's your point?"

"I just… thought maybe she was your new Amy and Rory."

His eyes snapped up to meet hers, "Don't you dare, River." The Doctor hissed through his teeth.

"Sweetie, it's been two years since Manhattan." River put her hand on his shoulder, but he shook it off.

"She is not Amy and nor will she ever be." He said viciously and turned away from her.

"All I meant is you shouldn't be travelling alone like this." She gently placed her hand on his shoulder again and when he didn't pull away she squeezed it, "I promised my mother I'd take care of you and I'm not about to break that promise, Doctor."

He was about to turn around and tell her that he didn't need looking after, that he was nearly a thousand years old, but was stopped when he felt his pocket burning. He yelped in pain as he yanked out his wallet and threw it on the floor. It fell open to the psychic paper which had a message burned into it: "I'm discovered" with coordinates to the Dalek ship set to the same day he had left her the notes in her lab. It was only an hour after that that she had sent this message. The Daleks had figured out Sarah's plan. They had to go.

"We have to leave now." He ran to the control center and began resetting the coordinates. "Doctor! Donna! We're leaving!" He called down the hallway. They had been admiring the new architecture and how much bigger the TARDIS was on the inside now. He heard them begin to run to himself and River and once they appeared, Eleven saw that Ten was holding up the psychic paper in his hand with an identical message to the one Eleven had.

"Did you get this?" he asked, out of breath.

"Yes. That's where we're going." The Doctor responded without looking up.

After Sarah was ninety-five percent sure that at least one of the Doctors had gotten her message (she hoped Ten was still with Eleven) she got up to leave the closet she was sitting in. Hand on the doorknob, she froze. Footsteps. She removed her hand slowly and pressed her ear to the door. Definitely not Daleks. She almost ran out the door, thinking it was the Doctor, when the noises turned into voices she didn't recognize.

"Do you see all this?" A female voice.

"Yes, it's genius." A male voice.

"It makes me sick. A human girl willingly converting her own people… What is wrong with these humans?" She said the word "humans" as if it were the name of the plague. It took Sarah a few seconds to realize they were talking about her. They thought she had done this by herself. "Now those filthy Daleks think they can just fly to our planet and convert us? Silurians?"

Sarah frowned, her solution wouldn't work on Silurians. It was only designed to safely convert humans. "This won't work on us. She must have to make a new one." The male voice said and Sarah heard one of her beakers clang against her lab table. But the Daleks never mentioned Silurians. Sarah thought.

"Do you think it's in here?" More clanging of beakers and sloshing of chemicals.

"No, it looks as if she left in—" He paused.

"What? Malohkeh, what is it?" The female voice asked urgently.

"Vastra, look at that door over there."

There was a long pause and Sarah froze in terror. They had thermal masks. They could see her body heat through the door. Slowly, she backed away from the door as if it would help. They would kill her. They didn't know about her and the Doctor's plan and why should they believe her?

Sure enough, when the door opened they grabbed her roughly by the arm and wrenched her out of the closet. It took all of her self control not to scream as the female, Vastra, shoved her violently against a wall. Lights danced in front of her eyes. "Who are you?" Vastra asked.

"Well let's see, I'm the only human on this ship, who do you think I am?" The attitude probably wasn't the best decision on Sarah's part, given the situation. Vastra rammed her arm right into Sarah's throat. I'm going to die. Sarah thought miserably.

"Oh, I'm going to rip your—"

"Wait, why were you hiding?" Malohkeh interrupted.

"She was hiding from us, obviously."

He narrowed his eyes, "No… She wasn't. You're hiding from the Daleks, aren't you?"

"Why would she be hiding from Daleks? She's their new leader."

"Technically, yes. I got them to trust me, but I never did what they asked of me."

"What are you talking about? There are converted humans on this ship. I saw them!" Vastra insisted.

"They're not fully converted. I can change them back whenever I want." Sarah shifted uncomfortably. She was still being held against the wall and Vastra's arm was still jammed in her throat. Sarah was becoming lightheaded from lack of oxygen, "Maybe if you let me breathe I could tell you what happened."

Grudgingly, Vastra removed her arm and both Silurians took a step back. Sarah grinned, "Much better. Now, the first thing you should know is I'm working for the Doctor. Well, not for him exactly, more like with the Doctor."

"And why should we believe that?"

Sarah closed her eyes and focused on the TARDIS and what it could be doing right this second. She found the TARDIS and her eyes moved inside to where she saw the Doctor running around the control panel pushing buttons. When he pulled the final lever that would set the TARDIS in motion, Sarah opened her eyes. "Because he should be here in about three… two…" The TARDIS was materializing behind the Silurians and they moved away from it as Sarah smirked, "One." The Silurians stared opened mouthed at the TARDIS as the Doctor walked out.

His eyes immediately found Sarah's and he smirked, "Did ya miss me?"