Safely hidden away from the attacking robot, Paul was able to collect himself as he walked along the green tinted corridor, not sure where he is, there wasn't a map, and he was still unable to use his Sonic Screwdriver.
He suspected there's a hidden control room somewhere here, if he finds it, he can disable it, then hopefully he'll regain use of both his Sonic Screwdriver and telepathic capabilities.
Got to follow the corridor to its natural conclusion, since there's no rooms for him to look through, logic would dictate there's at least one door at the end where he can go through.
Doctor Ivo was careful with his layout.
Nothing to differentiate the corridors from each other, a green hue, nothing marked, the only reason for this was he didn't want anyone he wasn't acquainted with here.
Even then.
"Grace, please be all right," Paul hoped.
With how confusing the complex was, she's probably stuck somewhere trying to retrace her steps, and with the robot, well, only enough reason for Paul to hurry through the corridor.
Picking up speed, Paul hurried towards the end of the corridor, there he saw the only door in the corridor.
It's got a keypad, but Paul wasn't deterred as he ran up to it.
A standard numeral pad with a four-number code.
If he does it wrong, he'll be locked out, and there's no way he's going back through the other way, not with that flying fiend trying to kill him still.
Feeling along the underside of the keypad, Paul felt the seams, but they're difficult to grip due to the shiny steel.
Nearly broke his fingernails, but Paul persisted until he used his natural strength to pull out piece of the wall, revealing wiring of different colours and thickness.
Cut his fingers during this, but they healed relatively quickly while Paul worked on rewiring the numeral pad.
He wouldn't be the Doctor if he couldn't rewire a rudimentary numeral pad.
Took some splicing, but the door opened with ease as if Paul put the code in himself.
Running through the opened door way, Paul sees he's in another similar corridor, of course, didn't stop running until he got to the end where he sees a different door waiting for him.
This one opened with ease and upon entering, already Paul felt the cold blast of air hit him like a lorry.
Upon entering this stretch, already Paul felt the change in the air, not from the cold, hair standing on the back of his head.
Already Paul grew wary as he continued hurrying through the corridor, upon it opening up to a large room, Paul finds the control centre to the complex, excellent.
While his nerves are heightened, he pushed through them to reach the controls.
His angel eyes scoured as his hands worked their magic, trying to turn off the mental blockers and whatever's causing his Sonic Screwdriver not to function properly.
Should've knew something was wrong, this was a decoy, and the trap sprung where a loud alarm echoed through the room as Paul was forced to flee through the door adjacent through another corridor.
Of course, Doctor Ivo has decoys of his command centre, wouldn't want anyone to get their hands on sensitive data and controls over his complex.
Things would be easier if Doctor Ivo wasn't so crazy paranoid about someone stealing his ideas, but no Doctor ever had an easy adventure, as Paul pushed himself to continue his search for the command centre.
Hopefully, if he finds the real command centre, Doctor Ivo's helming it, thus allowing him an opportunity to get the answers directly from Doctor Ivo.
Easier said than done as Paul continued scouring.
Much easier now that he's not being besieged by that flying menace, since there's no cover to speak of around here for him to hide, and he doesn't think there's any more hidden rooms, not that he found, at least.
Eventually, Paul's efforts bore fruit, despite the contrary, there was another hidden doorway, and it led him into a lab.
Already, Paul knew something was wrong, it wasn't his nerves getting the better of him, as he sees the discourse among the tables.
Broken glass underneath his heels, different liquids spilled over the floors, intermixing, producing foul smells.
Looked like a bomb went off.
Slowly, Paul glimpsed around, seeing the disarray, in his mind he put together what happened, someone was here, no, there was two people.
That doesn't make sense…
One was definitely Doctor Ivo.
The other person, whoever it was, Doctor Ivo didn't invite them, that much was clear.
They came in through another way, the door at the back, caught Doctor Ivo on-guard.
He couldn't stop them and with him preventing his creations from coming through the hidden areas, he had no protection.
Nothing to stop his assailant.
The assailant was careful not to leave evidence of their presence, not even a fingerprint, Paul will never know their motives, how they inevitably came to the complex, or how Doctor Ivo knew them.
He was much more secretive than his peers, that it wasn't someone coming over for tea, but Paul had no evidence to prove anything more than someone was here.
Paul could only give theories as to what happened.
Cutthroat as Doctor Ivo's profession was, even they wouldn't resort to assassinating one another.
Even eccentric scientists have standards.
Strange, Paul knows.
And, it would complicate their efforts having to pause every time there's allegations.
Slowly making his way through, unable to smell anything because of the cold air coming down from above making it difficult, Paul caught sight of something at the far back of the lab.
He immediately saw the chains coming out of the walls, his angel eyes following them from the wall to something chained in the centre.
Doctor Ivo was careful that the chains were reinforced, no chance of whatever chained escaping its confines.
Only then did Paul see what was chained that made him recoil as his angel eyes fell to the silent object.
It's another Dalek.
This one remained largely intact, given how Doctor Ivo secured it to the ground and chains, he was experimenting on it.
Seeing the wires coming from back of the chassis snaking up to the ceiling, Paul questioned what else the man did, and his angel eyes moved to the side where he saw the slumped body of Doctor Ivo.
"Doc-tor…?" Paul jumps as he heard the chained Dalek calling out to him, his angel eyes sharply moving back to the Dalek.
Narrowing his eyes, Paul asks, "What happened here?"
His only witness, the Dalek.
Imagine his grandfather hearing this!
"Intru-der!" The captive Dalek says in broken English, as any Dalek did, not very good with context, though.
Furrowing his brow, Paul gestures as he stepped closer to the Dalek, curious as he asks, "Who?"
He expected himself, since, well, he is the Doctor, instead the Dalek shrieked, "Mas-ter!"
All colour left Paul's face as the Dalek shrieked this, he stammered while trying to find his composure that the Dalek was wrong, that it had to been confused for someone else.
No.
"Mas-ter!"
Feeling the numbness in the back of his throat at the shrieking Dalek repeating itself, Paul stammers, "Wh-where?"
"Gone!" The Dalek tells him.
Shaking his head, Paul refused the thought, believing the Dalek was incorrect.
"Who killed Doctor Ivo?" Paul wanted an answer from the Dalek and he heard back a distorted, "Mas-ter!"
Chained up, the Dalek had nothing else to do but watch it happen, how Doctor Ivo ran in his hidden lab, desperate to escape his killer, but for naught.
His two hearts beating against each other in a desperate attempt of escaping at the prospect that popped into his head, that the madman that his father and great-uncle helped kill had somehow survived, despite everything they done.
It'd also explain why Doctor Ivo was desperate trying to contact him, he'd know more about the madman more than anyone, truthfully Paul didn't, but that's beside the point.
Now that he knew, all Paul wanted to do was find Taylor, and run.
His father taught him this.
Since he was a small child, his father didn't shy away from the awful things he done for the betterment of the worlds, helping kill that man one of them, and he instilled the teachings that if this ever happened, Paul never try to go up against him.
Run.
The TARDIS will protect him.
Everything that happened with his mother, Paul worried what sort of things the madman would do to poor Taylor.
…
"Doc-tor!"
Snapping out of his panic mind, Paul sees the Dalek calling out to him, shaking off the coldness that overtook him, Paul gone over to the Dalek, trying to keep his tone of voice even.
"Why… why was he here?" Paul wanted to know.
He heard back, "Looking."
Looking?!
"What is he looking for?" Paul gestured as he wanted every information from the Dalek possible.
The Dalek only said, "It."
Not descriptive, this one.
"Why didn't he use you?" Paul questioned why the madman never sought the Dalek for his own uses.
He'd already tried before.
"We. Were. Trying. To. Stop. It," the Dalek revealed in an unusual tone of voice.
It?
"Stop what?" Paul was nearly in front of the Dalek's eye stock wanting to know more.
Unfortunately, he couldn't get anything else from the Dalek, bright light near blinded him, sending him backwards, electricity coming from the ceiling passed through the wiring going down to the Dalek, frying it like an aluminum baked potato.
Steam wavered from the fried Dalek, deceased, its internals melted, Paul can't get anything out of it, now.
Seeing this, Paul tried controlling his breathing, but it's hard when everything came back to him.
"Grace…" Paul murmured as he grew frantic wanting to find her, turning around, running out of there, desperate.
He didn't stop running until he gotten back out to the main corridor, his angel eyes darting back and forth as he near chew his bottom lip bloody.
"Don't panic! Father taught you this!" Paul coughed.
