After leaving Ellie with Clara's family, Clara and the Professor began to get ready to meet Kate Stewart and the rest of UNIT. Heading to Mr Gold's house, the Professor took out two vortex manipulators (that the Professor had linked to each other back in their first trip to the UNIT Archives) from where he stored them in the basement and handed one to Clara.
Clara looked at it and put hers on her wrist. "Do you think this will work?" she asked. "Look what happened to Dopey; he didn't even come back through the curse."
"I don't know," the Professor admitted. "I hope it will be like the last time I crossed the town line when I accompanied Mr Gold to New York. It never affected me that last time. And I hope it doesn't affect us this time. Though we aren't exactly crossing over the town line."
Clara took a breath to try and calm her nerves. But it didn't work. She was still nervous. "Shall we?"
The Professor nodded and input a string of coordinates into his vortex manipulator. "We shall," he said and pressed a button, and the two disappeared from Mr Gold's basement in a flash of lightning before they appeared in the underground operations of UNIT.
They looked around, watching as different UNIT personnel attended to each map and computer screen around the room.
Kate Stewart moved from console to console with a phone at her ear. "The planes are not responding," she said into the phone. "No, none of them. It's radio silence." Then, looking up, she saw the Professor and Clara by the entrance. "Look, I've got to go. Tell the President I'll call him back," she said, hanging up and heading over to them. "Have you tried to get hold of your father?"
"He's still not answering," the Professor said. "Something must have happened to him in Camelot."
Clara gazed around the room and looked over at a glass board. "How many planes are suspended?"
"4165 aircraft currently airborne," came a woman behind them. Jac.
"That's a lot of passengers," Kate stated.
"And a lot of fuel," the Professor said.
"Oh, dear God. Yes, it is."
"So, what could you do with four thousand flying bombs?"
"Well. There are 439 nuclear power stations currently active," Jac said.
"What else?" Kate asked.
"I don't know, um, fault lines. Could they trigger an earthquake? Or a tsunami?"
Jac leaned towards a keyboard and began typing something on the computer. "Running simulations now."
"So, if this is an attack …" Kate began.
"But what type of attack advertises?" the Professor asked. "Unless … unless it's not an attack at all? What are the pilots saying?"
"We can't contact them," Kate answered.
"The planes haven't stopped," Jac said. "They're frozen. Like they're frozen in time. Pardon my sci-fi, but this is beyond any human technology."
"Somebody wants our attention," Clara said. "Somebody who needs to put a gun to our heads to make us listen."
From the far wall, Mike turned around and looked at them. "We've got a message. The Doctor channel."
The Professor, Clara and Kate hurried over to him. "The what?" Clara asked.
"He never uses it," Kate explained. "I doubt he remembers it even exists."
"Then who is it?" Clara asked.
Mike studied the screen in front of him. "Decrypting … We're getting text, though, I think."
"That doesn't sound like Dad."
They studied the screen as three words began to form:
YOU SO FINE.
"Have you got any more?" Kate asked.
"Coming," Mike said with a nod as he typed something into the keyboard.
More words appeared on the screen, replacing the previous words.
YOU BLOW MY MIND.
HEY MISSY YOU SO FINE
YOU SO FINE
YOU BLOW MY MIND
HEY
Then, all the words disappeared to be replaced by one word.
MISSY!
"I think we should be glad Rumple's in a coma," the Professor muttered as a video of Missy appeared on the screen.
"Today, I shall be talking to you out of …" Missy began before her face exploded out of the monitor, as if the screen extruded into a ballooning monster, now rearing up over the terrified Kate, "…the square window."
"What the hell was that?" Kate asked, not taking her eyes off Missy. "How'd she do that?"
"Psychic projection, I'm guessing," the Professor said. "Easy if you have the technology."
"Oh, great, thanks," Kate muttered.
The projection of Missy retreated into the screen, and she took a sip of her espresso. "Okay, cutting to the chase. Not on Gallifrey anymore. I'm back. Big surprise, never mind. I'm in a lovely little square in one of your hot countries. There's a light breeze from the east, and this coffee's a buzz monster in my brain, and I'm going to need eight snipers."
"Eight, what?" Kate asked.
"Three for each heart and two for my brain stem. You'll have to switch me off fast before I can regenerate. How fast can you get here? Oh, I better arrange a flight corridor." She picked up her hand-hold device and scrolled the screen.
"Why do you need snipers?" Kate asked.
"Because it's the only way they will feel safe enough to talk to me. Shall we say four o'clock?"
Missy sat in a sizeable Italianate square, listening to the nearby clock tower chime four o'clock while sipping another cup of her espresso. She glanced over at it, smirking slightly. It was time for her long-awaited meeting. She looked around, noticing one sniper moving across a rooftop. She looked around and saw another moving through a high window.
She looked down, noticing three small dots over each of her hearts. She smiled approvingly. "Oooh. So saucy," she commented, pulling out a small make-up mirror and checking behind her. She saw two more laser sights flare in the reflection. She smiled to herself.
Hearing vehicles approaching, she glanced over and watched two black limos on the far side of the square. She watched as security men in black suits and sunglasses scrambled out of the car with their guns trained on Missy, who only smiled at them.
One of the security men opened the limo's back door, and the Professor and Clara got out of it and approached the table where Missy sat, who gestured to them the empty chairs. They sat down in them.
"So, how's Storybrooke?" Missy asked. "Still boring, I hope."
The Professor ignored her. "Why are you here?"
"All in due time, of course," Missy said as she picked up her device and scrolled across the screen. She glanced over from the screen to the Professor ad Clara. "Would you prefer the shade?" she asked as the distant whir of a plane above them slid over them, covering the three of them in its shadow. "Is that better?" Missy asked.
"Where's my father?" the Professor asked.
"I haven't the faintest idea," Missy replied.
"He's gone missing, and you summon us," Clara said. "You must know."
"Oh, darling, no. I can't find him, either."
"It's happened before, though," the Professor said. "When he lost Amy and Rory. He secluded himself."
"But this is different," Missy said, reaching inside her purple jacket and placing a huge, brass circular object on the table.
"What is it?" Clara asked.
"A confession dial," the Professor answered, looking at the Gallifreyan symbols on the top. "It's a will. And this one is the last Will and Testament of my father."
"And according to ancient tradition, it is to be delivered to his closest friend on the eve of his final day," Missy added.
"Why would the Doctor make a will?" Clara asked. "What happened in Camelot?"
"Well, whatever happened, the Doctor believes he's about to die."
The Professor eyed the confession dial and reached over to take it. But Missy pulled it back to her. "What are you doing?" she asked.
"You said it has to be delivered to his oldest friend," the Professor said. "Well, that would either be me or Rumple. But he's in a coma."
Missy laughed. "A coma? That old heart of his finally gave out, did it?" she asked before shaking her head. "This was delivered to me."
"You?" Clara asked.
"Of course, me. I am his oldest friend. We've been fighting and frolicking because that's what friends do, of cause."
"But I'm his son," the Professor said.
"And?" Missy asked, staring blankly at him. "You should know that the Doctor isn't vulgar. The Sisterhood of Karn were his chosen messengers. And obviously, they couldn't reach you in Storybrooke. So, they reached out to me instead. So, if he's relying on that demented knitting circle, he's certainly in a lot of trouble."
"Since when do you care about the Doctor?" Clara asked.
"Since always. Since the Academy. Since the Cloister Wars! Since the night he stole the moon and the President's wife," Missy began before leaning over the table and smirking. "Since he was a little girl. Oh, one of those was a lie. Can you guess which?"
"You keep trying to kill him," the Professor said.
"And he keeps trying to kill me," Missy replied. "It's our texting. We've been at it for ages. Since I first left Gallifrey. And when he left Gallifrey, too. But I couldn't let him one-up me. Just try to contemplate the idea of friendship. Especially, a friendship older than Earth's civilisation - and infinitely more complex."
"So, the Doctor is your bezzie mate, and we're supposed to believe you've turned good?" Clara asked.
"Good?" Missy repeated as she reached for her small device, pointing it at the nearest security man, and blasted him to nothingness.
The Professor and Clara got up from the table and backed away, looking where the man had once been standing.
"By the ring on his finger, he was married," Missy continued calmly, "and I think I detected a trace of baby leakage on his jacket, so he had a family." She paused, letting herself change her tone of voice to something more threatening. "No, I haven't turned good!" She aimed her device again and blasted another security guard to nothingness. "Oh, wow. Look at me. I'm on a roll. Thanks for bringing spares.
"Stop it!" the Professor demanded. "Nobody else has to die! Not today."
Missy looked around before setting her gaze on another security guard. "Oi, you, sweaty one, on your knees. Let's have a goodbye selfie for your kids."
The Professor shook his head as he turned to look at the guard already on his knees. "Nobody else!" he repeated as he waved his hand and magically poofed the guard elsewhere in a cloud of blue smoke.
Missy watched him and sighed. "Aren't you a real downer?" she asked. "Just when I was getting into a groove of things? Right when I was going to kill everyone in this square."
"You came here asking for our help. Why?"
"Because the Doctor is in danger?"
"What sort of danger?" Clara asked. "Your best friend is in danger. So show us that you care, huh?"
"And how would I do that?" Missy asked.
"By releasing the planes."
"The planes are keeping me alive. There are eight snipers ready to kill me," Missy said.
"On our command," the Professor said, then sighed. "Look. My father – your best friend – is in danger. Show us that you care. Release the planes."
Missy looked over at the two of them before raising her device and swiping a finger across the touch screen of her device. Then, they heard engines whirring up above them as the plane's shadow slipped away.
Missy yawned and stretched her legs on the other chair beside her. "It was only a basic time stop. A parlour trick. I couldn't have done anything with them."
Clara eyed Missy. "What does it say?" she asked of the confession dial.
"What does what say?" Missy asked.
"The confession dial," the Professor stated.
"Oh, that," Missy began. "It will only open when the Doctor is dead." She looked down at the confession dial as it clicked, watching as a slight wedge began to open.
"Then it won't open, will it?" Clara asked.
"Question … if the Doctor had one last night to live – if he knew for certain he was facing the end of his life ... where would he go in all of space and time?"
"Here," Clara said as a security guard handed them a laptop and opened it up.
Missy sighed. "Well, yes. Earth, obviously! But where? When?"
The Professor looked over at the laptop and started tapping away at the keyboard.
"This algorithm generates probabilities based on crisis points," Jac said through the laptop speakers. "Anomalies, anachronisms, keywords."
"Such as?" came Kate's voice.
"Blue box, Doctor … There we go. San Martino, Troy, multiples for New York, and three possible versions of Atlantis. It's easier than you'd think. The Doctor makes a lot of noise and loves to make an entrance."
"Which one is the one? Where is he now?" Kate asked.
"How are Time Lords supposed to die?" Clara asked.
"With meditation, repentance and acceptance," the Professor answered. "Which means that Dad isn't doing that. Kate … eliminate anything where there is danger or any crisis. Where is he making the most noise, but there isn't any danger?"
"We're looking for a party, right?" Clara asked, and the Professor nodded as they watched the map on the screen as the dots turned off one by one. Leaving only one. "There he is. There's the Doctor."
Missy nodded. "Oh, I knew I could count on the both of you," she said, reaching across them and placing a hand on the Professor's vortex manipulator. The three of them vanished from the courtyard and appeared on the upper walls of a castle. Missy looked around and whooped. "Whoo! Mummy, do it again!" she exclaimed in delight before noticing that the Professor and Clara were looking at her. "Don't you just love vortex manipulators? They're cheap and nasty time travel. Different from a TARDIS. Oh, in case you're confused, loves, I linked mine to both of yours. It's cheap and nasty time travel."
"You could have given us fair warning," commented the Professor as he got up and helped Clara. He looked around before noticing a man standing in the middle of an arena. A cheering crowd was on every side of him. "What's going on here?"
"Face me, Magician!" called out the man in the middle of the arena. "Face me!"
"Oh, don't you know?" Missy asked. "According to you two, this is where the Doctor is."
"But how do we find the Doctor?" Clara asked.
"Anachronisms," Missy answered. "The slightest, tiniest anachronisms." Once she finished, they could hear the sound of an electric guitar playing through the arena. Something that didn't sound like it belonged in the Middle Ages era.
The Professor leaned forward, where he could see a tank's faint outline driving into the arena's middle. The sound of the electric guitar was coming from it, and the Professor could see the familiar figure of his father on top of it, playing a few riffs and melodies on the guitar. "Found him," he commented. "Where did he get the shades from?"
The man in the arena stared at the Doctor. "Dude, what is that?" he asked with a frown once the Doctor finished playing his guitar solo.
"You said you wanted an axe fight," the Doctor stated with a shrug of his shoulders. He looked around, expecting laughter from the crowds, but they were silent – albeit with some murmuring. "Oh, come on. In a few hundred years, that will be really funny." He jumped off the tank and walked around the arena. "It's a slow burner."
"A musical instrument is not an axe."
"Yes. And a daffodil is not a broadsword, but I still won the last round!" the Doctor exclaimed, and the crowd cheered. He pointed to the tank behind him. "What do you think of my tank? Don't worry. It isn't loaded."
The man shrugged. "I don't like it."
"No, neither do I," replied the Doctor. "I brought it for my fish."
The crowd was silent. "Your fish?" questioned the man.
"I may have ordered online!" But the crowd was silent again. The Doctor sighed. So much for trying to lighten the mood. "Oh, come on! Fish. Tank. Honestly, this stuff will be hilarious in a very few hundred years. So do please stick around."
"What's the matter with him?" Clara asked. "He's never like this."
"Well … You've never seen him like this," the Professor answered.
Clara looked at the arena again, noticing the Doctor was looking at them, peering up from behind his shades. "Wait. Hang on. Did he hear that?"
"Only one way to find out," the Professor said as he waved his hand, engulfing himself and Clara in a cloud of blue smoke, poofing them down to the shadows of the arena.
Watching as the Professor and Clara disappeared from the balconies of the area, the Doctor turned to the crowds again, shrugging off what he had seen. "Now, you lot. I have been here all day, and it's been a great day!"
"You've been here for three weeks!" retorted the man.
"Three weeks?" repeated the Doctor.
"Is that including the time you were in Camelot?" asked the Professor as he walked towards his father.
The Doctor turned around and looked at his son and Clara approaching him. "Camelot?" he repeated. "Yes, right. I was in Camelot. I fought King Arthur, you know. Defeated him too. With a spoon."
"What about Emma? And the others?" the Professor asked. "She's still the Dark One. I thought you would all come back together once the Darkness was gone from her. But, you never came back with them. So, we thought something had happened to you. Like you died or something."
The Doctor was silent. He remembered Hook pushing him back towards the TARDIS and forcing the TARDIS to dematerialise away. He shook those thoughts from his head, and instead of saying what happened, he hugged the Professor and Clara.
"Okay," Clara said, looking at the Professor. "We're doing hugging now, too. I can't keep up."
"You know what they say," the Doctor said. "Hugging is a great way to hide your face."
"We guessed a party, but not like this," Clara said as they pulled away from the hug. "What is this? This isn't you."
"I spent all day yesterday in a bow tie. The day before that, in a pinstripe suit. And, days ago, I was wearing a long scarf. This is my party, and all of me is invited." Stepping back from the Professor and Clara, the Doctor began to play more riffs on his guitar, watching as Missy approached them.
"What the hell are you up to, man?" she asked.
The Doctor looked at Missy and then at the crowd. "Oh, it's the wicked stepmother," he told the crowd. Everyone hiss." And the audience began to boo at Missy.
Missy bowed slightly to the crowd before taking out the confession dial from her inside coat pocket and holding it up for the Doctor to see. "Apparently, you think you're going to die tomorrow.
"Well, I've got some good news about that," the Doctor replied.
"Oh, yeah?"
"It's still today!" the Doctor said before making a wah-wah punchline riff on the guitar. But then, he heard the sudden sound of a throttling cry. He turned around and saw the man behind him beginning to choke. "Bors," he began and approached the man. "Is it a marble again? Did you swallow one of the marbles I gave you? Don't swallow marbles!" The Doctor yanked something from Bors' neck and threw it to the ground. A snake.
The snake wriggled around before darting into the shadows and under the robe of Colony Sarf.
"Doctor," Colony Sarf said. "Your friendssss have led me to you. You will come."
"Says you and whose army?" the Doctor asked.
Colony Sarf looked at the Doctor as the twined sections of his face began to move independently. His eyes moved one way and his mouth another. Then, the robe fell off him, and a mass of snakes slithered away, leaving only Colony Sarf's natural form. A giant snake.
The crowd began to scream and run away. As did Bors. However, in contrast to everybody running away, the Doctor stepped forward. "Nobody dies here. Not one person, not one of my friends or family. Do you understand?"
"Davrossss, creator of the Dalekssss, Dark Lord of Sssskaro, issss dying," Colony Sarf hissed.
"So I hear," the Doctor said.
"He would ssspeak with you again on the last night of hissss life."
"Then you will harm nobody in this place. Not one person. Are we very, very clear?"
Colony Sarf's snake form slid down into the robe on the ground, and the other snakes joined him as they intertwined again. "Are you sssso dangerousss, little man?"
The Doctor backed away slightly. "You want to know how dangerous I am? Davros sent you. Do you know how stupid you are? You came!" He looked at Colony Sarf, who was now beginning to hiss. "Is that supposed to frighten me? Snake nest in a dress! Now, explain politely. Davros is my archenemy. Why would I want to talk to him?"
"Hang on a minute," Missy interrupted. "Davros, is your archenemy now?"
"Hush!" the Doctor told Missy.
"I'll scratch his eye out."
"Davrosss knowssss. Davrossss remembersss." Colony Sark took out the Doctor's sonic screwdriver from behind his robes and threw it to the ground in front of him. The Doctor stared at it.
"Your sonic screwdriver," the Professor mused.
"It was my sonic screwdriver," the Doctor said.
"Was?" Clara asked.
"I don't have a screwdriver anymore."
Missy tilted her head. "Oooh! Never seen that before." She looked at the Professor and Clara. "Have you seen that before? The look on his face, do you know what it is?"
"Shame," the Professor answered. "Something happened. What did you do, Dad?"
The Doctor was silent as he remembered back a few weeks. Hook had just pushed him into the TARDIS, and sent the TARDIS away from Camelot. Away from the Enchanted Forest, where he landed in the middle of an ancient battlefield and met a young boy surrounded by hand mines.
"Please, you've got to help me," the young boy called out. "You said I could survive. You said you'd help me! Help me!"
But the Doctor didn't. He was still surprised and shocked after learning the young boy's name. Davros! The TARDIS had arrived on Skaro years before the birth of the Daleks; years before Davros created the Daleks. So he ran back to the TARDIS and dematerialised. His actions haunted him since.
The Doctor looked around before approaching Colony Sarf. "Is your ship in orbit?"
"It's a trap," Missy said as she followed him.
"Prepare yourself for teleport," Colony Sarf told him.
"Doctor, listen to me," Missy said. "I know traps. Traps are my flirting. This is a trap!"
The Doctor didn't listen to her. He had to face Davros. "I am prepared."
"You sent me your confession dial. Then, you threw yourself a three-week party. You know what this is!"
"Yes. Goodbye." He turned his back on Colony Sarf, holding his hands out for him, as he summoned a snake towards the Doctor, tying them together.
"No. We're coming with him," the Professor said.
"All three of us," Clara said. "Her, me, and him."
The three joined the Doctor and had their backs facing Colony Sarf, feeling snakes tie their hands together.
The Doctor shook his head and turned around to face Colony Sarf. "No, no, no, no! Under no circumstances!" he said, looking at Colony Sarf, whose robes were moving slightly. "What are you doing now?"
"Voting," Colony Sarf answered. "We are a democracy. It is agreed."
"No, no, no! I forbid it. No!" the Doctor said, but his pleas were unheard as he was teleported up to the ship, along with Colony Sarf, the Professor, Clara and Missy.
Aboard Colony Sarf's ship, the Doctor began to fill the other three on what had happened to him since he had left Camelot and where he had arrived once Hook had made his TARDIS dematerialise. He sat in the back of the ship, alongside Clara, the Professor and Missy and in front of them, in the cockpit, sat Colony Sarf as he took them to Davros.
"Davros is the child of war," the Doctor stated. "A war that wouldn't end. A thousand years of fighting til nobody could remember why."
"A war between the Kaleds and the Thals," the Professor added. "It went on for generations and generations."
The Doctor nodded. "So, Davros, he created a new kind of warrior. A warrior that wouldn't bother to ask why. A mutant in a tank that would never, ever stop. And they never did."
"The Daleks?" Clara asked.
The Doctor nodded. "How scared you must be to seal every one of your kind inside a tank? Davros made the Daleks. But who made Davros?" A rhetorical question. He knew the answer. Maybe it had been his actions when he had run back to his TARDIS, scared of hearing the young boy say his name was Davros.
The ship lurched and began to slow down as they approached their destination, causing Missy to lose her balance on the seat she was relaxing. "Okay, great. Coming out of hyperspace."
They all looked out the cockpit window, where they saw they were heading to a space station in the middle of open space. The lights blinked through the windows they shone through. "And that's where he is?" the Professor asked.
"What is it?" Clara asked.
"I don't know," the Doctor answered. "Maybe a hospital, perhaps?"
Once Colony Sarf docked his ship at the space station, he led the Doctor, the Professor, Missy and Clara off the ship and into what looked like a dark, sterile holding cell. It felt like they were there for hours. Missy grew bored with each second, so she began to entertain herself by singing.
"How long have we been waiting?" Clara asked.
"Who knows?" the Doctor said. "It's always the way with hospitals."
"At least hospitals give you something to read. Or watch," the Professor commented as a door opened, and Colony Sarf slithered into the room.
They all turned to him. "You will come," Colony Sarf ordered the Doctor, and then he turned to the other three. "You will ssstay."
"Dad, wait," the Professor began. "Be safe. Look after yourself, okay? If not for me, do it for your granddaughter."
The Doctor looked at the Professor, then at Missy. "Gravity," he said before letting Colony Sarf lead him away.
The door shut, and once it did, Missy started to jump and dance around the holding cell.
"Gravity?" Clara asked. "What did the Doctor mean by that?"
"Oh, yeah," Missy said with a nod. "Haven't you noticed what's wrong with the gravity here?"
"It's perfect," the Professor said. "I've felt artificial gravity. It's nothing like this."
"Exactly," Missy exclaimed with a smile. "I knew one of you would get it. Artificial gravity is all coppery-smelling around the edges. You know, a tiny bit sexy. But doesn't it feel real? Too real. Like we are on a planet." She moved over to the airlock door, dropping the dead snake that bound her hands to the ground. "Hmmm … You know, this airlock is pants."
Clara cocked her head. "What do you mean?"
"I mean that today might be the day that I kill you both," Missy said with a grin as she pressed a hand to the airlock, which sent the alarms blaring as the door slowly opened, but instead of sucking them out like it should have done, they didn't move. She slowly reached a hand out into the space outside. "It's warm, isn't it? For deep space."
The Professor watched as Missy walked outside before following her. He could feel the ground beneath his feet as he walked around. "Because it is not deep space. We're on a planet."
"Exactly." Missy pointed to the building behind them as Clara followed them out. "And that is not a space station. It's a building. And the rest of the planet is invisible."
"But what planet is it?" Clara asked.
"It could be any planet," the Professor said. "Any planet in the universe."
"It's ridiculous. That's what it is," Missy stated. "How would you ever find your glasses or the little girls' room and … What if you kissed an ugly? Unless when you're part of the atmosphere, you begin to sink with the spectrum."
"But why would anyone hide a planet?" Clara asked.
The Professor looked around as the planet's invisibility began to wear off of them. "It depends on the planet," he said. "Because this isn't any old planet. It's Skaro." He watched as more buildings appeared behind them, joining the one they had come from to create a city.
Of course they were on Skaro.
"They've built it again," Missy said with a nod. "They've built it back."
"Correct." They looked to the side, seeing a Dalek approaching them.
The Dalek had forced the three of them into the city and led them into a large room filled with more Daleks, including the red Supreme Dalek. And in the far corner, they could see the TARDIS.
"How did the TARDIS get here?" Clara asked.
"It has been procured," the Supreme Dalek stated as a giant ray gun lowered from the ceiling and pointed at the TARDIS. "And it will be destroyed."
"Good luck," Clara said. "Because she's indestructible."
"Did the Doctor tell you that?" Missy began. "Because you should never believe a man about a vehicle." She moved into the centre of the room, separating herself from the Professor and Clara. "Daleks, pay attention! Do you know what this is? This thing you're about to destroy? I'll tell you! It's the dog's unmentionables. And you know all about those, don't you?" she ticked a Dalek's orb. "This is a TARDIS. Now, with this, you can go anywhere, do anything, and kill anyone. With this, the Daleks can be more powerful than ever before." She walked onto the platform opposite the TARDIS, and the Daleks all turned to her.
"You just need one thing," Missy continued. "Me. You need me. A Time Lady to show you how it works. With this and with me, everything can be yours, and you can burn it all, forever and ever and ever." She looked at them silently. "Or would you rather just kill me?"
The Daleks turned to the Supreme Dalek for an answer. "Maximum extermination!" the Supreme Dalek ordered as the Daleks turned and exterminated her, her body disappearing in glowing green dust.
The Daleks turned to the Professor and Clara, waiting for them to run, toying with them. But, instead, they looked at each other.
What do we do? Clara asked.
We run, the Professor told her. We do what the Daleks want us to do.
What?!
I've seen this before. Years ago. I thought Rose died, but she didn't. Instead, she was teleported halfway across the galaxy.
And you believe that is happening this time?
I do. This is a trap for my father. They wouldn't kill us. But they would use his fear of losing us for their gain. He took Clara's hand. Run!
Taking a deep breath, they ran between the Daleks before the Daleks fired their extermination rays at them, and their bodies disappeared. It didn't feel like an extermination, not that the Professor knew what it felt like, but it didn't feel like death. Their insides weren't scrambled. The Professor was right. It was teleportation! But where would it take them?