They ran through the dusty Italian streets. "You said they were dangerous aliens!" Douglas panted.

"They are!"

"Then what are they doing in Renaissance Italy!"

"I don't know; but aliens have been coming here for millennia. Humans just don't remember them! There are days, years taken out of human memory because of these events! And I have to fix them!"

"But why?!"

"Because I'm the Captain and a Timelord! It's my duty!"

"I'm sorry…" He doesn't remember the voice, "I can't take care of you and I'm not going to let your… mother have you. Just remember to help people, it's your duty; I'm sorry I can't do mine."

The streets were swarming with people trying to get away. Douglas and Martin had to push their way through, careful not to get caught in the flow. "Coming through!" Captain announced, this voice sounding like a cheerful pip to an untrained ear, but Douglas could hear his desperation.

"Out of the way!"

"I see them!" Captain called to Douglas.

"Them?! How many are there?!"

"Six! I can't handle that many! I'm out of practise!" What Captain said next truly confused Douglas, "I'm sorry father!"

"EXTERMINATE!"

Captain took his sonic device from his pocket. It wasn't as good as the ones made from real Gallifreyan technology; he made it himself. He kept running.

All the memories of that voice were dark. He couldn't see a thing. He didn't even have context for most of it.

"All of time and space. So much and so little time simultaneously. How do we cope?"

"I don't know, dad."

"You there!" Captain shouted.

"Captain, darling, what are you doing?" Douglas tried to ask sweetly, but his panic was evident.

The Daleks turned to Captain. "That's right you big piles of scrap metal! It's me! Captain!"

"CAP… TAIN!"

"Captain, do you have a plan?"

"What sort of question is that?" Captain asked, seemingly offended.

"Sorry."

"Of course I don't have a plan!"

"Oh good, for a minute there I thought you didn't want me to die!"

"I don't, but let's leave this argument until after, shall we?"

"In theory, if you hold a sonic devise to a Dalek's outer casing, you can destroy its brain. They are… scum. I never said that about any living thing, but they are. They'll hate you for no good reason – I'm sorry."

"It doesn't matter."

"Douglas! Run!" Captain yelled.

"Are we running? That's your plan!"

"EXTERMINATE!"

"No, it's an order. I'm staying, you're going back to GERTI!"

"Not a chance!"

"What are you Captain?" One of the Daleks asked, "A coward like your father… Or a killer like your mother?"

"You know my parents?"

"How could we not?"

"I surrender, if you tell me what you know. Who are they?"

"DOCTOR… AND… THE MASTER!"