Night was approaching, and I had yet to reach my destination. This was slightly concerning as recently, there had been many reported cases of Dalek abduction in the area. Usually, I traveled in a group, so had never before been a concern, but toady I was alone and virtually defenseless. All I had in my favour was my ugliness, but from the way a vagrant Sontaran blinked a me a few blocks ago, I wasn't entirely sure of myself any more.

After a long, terrifying walk, I finally reached the surgery and started rapping on the door. It remained shut for an entire minute

"How rude!" I thought.

I knocked again and this time, received a reply:

"Who's there?" croaked a rough voice from behind the door.

"My name is Bob. I've scheduled an operation for today."

I thought this reply would have broken the ice between us, but it didn't. Now there was another silence, and this time, it seemed far longer.

Finally, I received a response: "Come in."

So, I entered the derelict building, only to find things were just as ruined on the inside and they were on the exterior. I took a few seconds to make a detailed analysis of the room (an instinctive response for a Dalek). Like a regular waiting room, there was a front desk and a few couches that filled up most of the space; however, I noticed something something quite strange about the place: on the walls, there were large portraits of humans. This was a rarity in the Dalek world, as humans were one of our many enemies. Sure, they may have funded a large portion of our show, but we tried to ignore that, as it would ruin all the fun. Anyway, it must have troubled me quite some bit, as I decided to ask the receptionist about the matter.

"Excuse me, why are there portraits of humans on this wall?"

She looked at me quizzically and promptly delivered a reply

"They're the previous owners of this faculty, mister. In chronological order, of course."

I was absolutely bewildered by this revelation. I always knew that this business wasn't the most polished or legal, but I wasn't expecting it to be this twisted! The fact that the Dalek were co-operating with humans in this way made my stomach churn. It was immoral! I immediately regretted coming to this place and decided to leave.

Just as I was about to exit the building, I heard a voice from behind me

"Bob! It's great to see you! Do you wanna start the operation?" It exclaimed.

I turned around and saw Dr Jones smiling eagerly at me. I stood there for a moment, torn between the prospect of leaving or getting the job over and done with. Proceeding with the surgery would no doubt be unethical; any patriotic Dalek would tell you that; however, I came here for a valid reason. The integrity and security of my species was at threat, and I had to transform myself in order to save it. In the end, I had to put my prejudices and convictions aside and do what was right.

"Oh, sure." I replied.

I fabricated a smile and followed him to the operating room.