To describe what Paul witnessed going through one of those locked doors, can only be summed up that it will stay with him for the remainder of his life, and he is thankful Taylor was busy with the museum to come with him.

The TARDIS was right, these once-terrifying species of aliens that had one single thought and nothing else, reduced to screaming banshees, begging for their demise, knowing what was going to happen once Cassius comes down into his hidden lab to experiment.

This went beyond an infraction by the committee, Cassius was committing war crimes, and not even a corrupt committee would stand behind him.

Standing there, hearing the Daleks' pitiful pleas, Paul felt air trapped in his throat as he struggled with his feelings towards the species that had tried killing him multiple times and others alike.

No, his grandfather would have shown mercy, so would his father.

Tensing up, Paul then tells the crying Daleks that he is the Doctor, and he will aid them in their escape.

It instantly snapped them out of their crying fits, one accused him of trying to fool them, but for once, Paul was earnest with the Daleks.

He is the Doctor!

"Have. You. Come. To. Kill. Us?" One of the Daleks accused him.

Shaking his head, his chestnut hair stiffly moving, Paul asserts, "In normal times, I would. But this isn't one of those times."

Watching them murmur, confusion, their fears blinding them, Paul sees one of them asking with suspicion, "Why. Not?"

Despite being chained and tortured, the Daleks couldn't believe their longtime nemesis wouldn't use the opportunity to kill them.

The rare truths they spoke, they admitted they would have used the opportunity, themselves.

As he unchained every one of them, Paul stated, "There's a difference."

Confused, the Daleks wanted elaboration, so Paul gave it to them.

"I don't torture and lobotomize you," he elaborated.

If he wants to destroy Daleks, he's quick and prim about it, Cassius not so much.

The Daleks accepted this as they sluggishly moved with their chassis only providing so much movement, Cassius was smart enough about that.

Curious, Paul asks, "How were you captured?"

He expected the Daleks to tell him an elaborate story, but no, they told him that someone snuck up and disabled them, physically, so swift they couldn't react fast enough.

Trapped in their chassis, they were forced to watch as they were individually collected and brought aboard a transport ship.

Paul checked their chassis to see they were telling the truth, one hole bore through their protective chassis, don't know the extent of the internal damages, but someone knew how to disable the Daleks without using a phaser or other type of weapons.

"Who did this?" Paul wanted to know.

Before one of the Daleks could tell him, they cowered in fear as they swore someone's here, causing Paul to spin around as his angel eyes narrowed.

"I will help you. Am I to expect trouble from the lot of you?" Paul asked for assurance that the Daleks wouldn't turn on him once he went through with his plan helping them, to which the Daleks swore that they want this nightmare over.

Seeing them frightened like this, Paul knew they were incapable of fighting, worse, even if they didn't turn on him, not much can be said by other Daleks that deemed them inferior.

A deeply concerning problem, what to do with disabled Daleks that would just be destroyed if Paul brought them to a cabal.

Charities weren't a thing among Daleks, unless you consider exterminating their harmed brethren as a charitable act.

Slowly nodding, Paul ushered them to hide, they didn't argue with him, all twenty of the Daleks fled to a cleared area while Paul braved encountering Cassius, again.

Continuing through the corridor, Paul saw the horrors the Daleks witnessed, a line of unusual rigs with moving lasers pointed downward, offline.

There's another holding area, this one filled with slurring Daleks, having been processed by Cassius, turned into drones, they never registered Paul when he gone to check on them.

It was telling that the process wasn't as painless as Cassius claimed, they felt every millisecond of the laser touching their brains, barely processing what happened to them, until they were no longer Daleks.

Mindless, seeking commands, they droned in their unusual monotonous voices, as they motionlessly stayed in neat rows waiting for Cassius to do whatever he wanted with them.

Walking through the row of motionless Daleks, Paul uttered, "Who was this person?"

Stopping abruptly in his tracks, Paul heard the lift in the distance coming down, Cassius, and he hid among the droning Daleks.

It should be a slam dunk, Paul thought, he had the unprocessed Daleks hiding, the jury-rigs, all he needed was Cassius to sing like a canary.

And trust Paul, he will make Cassius tell the truth to the committee, his father taught him everything he ever needed to know how.

Just need to surprise Cassius and wrap him up in a bow tie for the committee.

Once everything's said and done, he'll advise the committee into euthanizing the processed Daleks and bring the disabled Daleks somewhere they'll live their lonesome until their passing.

Not the best, he knows, but it's the only way he knew everyone got what they wanted.

And.

He promised the Daleks he would aid them.

Huddled behind a Dalek, Paul heard the singular footsteps of someone walking through the area.

Droning Daleks are not responding to the appearance of Cassius.

Listening to the footsteps, Paul began moving around the Daleks, hunched to the ground as he carefully moved through the rows.

Cautiously moving, Paul moved through the rows, until he's in the pathway Cassius was just in, he'd already gone through the corridors Paul just came through.

Must be wanting to run more experiments.

He'll suspect something wrong when he notices the unprocessed Daleks missing from their holding cells.

Moving quickly, Paul hoped to surprise the doctor before he did something foolish.

Going through the same corridors he had just gone through prior, Paul stopped as he saw someone standing with their back turned towards him near the jerry-rigs.

Moving closer, Paul sees it's Cassius and as he approached him, Cassius turned his head.

"Oh. It's you," Cassius said in a disinterested tone of voice.

Standing up as he positioned himself, Paul questioned the man on him torturing the Daleks.

"For someone who hates them, you're awfully insistent on sticking up for them," Cassius couldn't believe Paul showed sympathy for what Cassius regarded as nothing more than pests.

While Cassius wasn't wrong, there's a difference, something Paul stressed.

Mockingly, Cassius gestures as he says, "Only the Doctor!"

Even if a species like the Daleks would cause terror to worlds over, the Doctor would find some way rationalizing on saving them from their well-deserved fates!

"I don't like them any better than you, but you went too far!" Paul summed for him as he watched Cassius slowly turn his body towards him, his eyes locked with his.

Scoffing, Cassius muses with heavy sarcasm, "You think this is going too far, oh Doctor, you're truly are the salt of your world."

Something about Cassius started bothering Paul as he eyed him, the way he moved and talked, was he drinking, again?

"It's over, Cassius, I'm taking you in," Paul prepared to fight Cassius, but it'd appear Cassius had no interest fighting Paul.

He scoffs as he shrugged his shoulders with disinterest as he called out Paul, "Terrible with timing, as well!"

Confused, Paul stepped back as he questioned what Cassius meant by that.

"Don't worry, I already took care of that for you. It wasn't anything personal, Doctor, it's just business. They were being pain in the arses, anyway," Cassius began cryptically talking as Paul became quizzical before swift anger returned to his face as he stepped closer to Cassius.

On his nose, Paul felt a burning sensation and his angel eyes widening.

"You better hurry, Doc, you know what they say about using a lift during a fire," Cassius narrowed his eyes.

So desperately, Paul wanted to call his bluff, but the burning sensation worsened, Cassius seemingly waiting for him to make a choice.

Come after him or escape with his life.

"I wouldn't recommend trying to save them, either," he then warns Paul about rescuing the Daleks as he promised them.

Let's say, it's for naught.

"What did you do?" Paul questioned him.

Scoffing once more, Cassius utters, "Talk, talk, talk. I told you to make a choice, Doctor, not wax philosophy."

There's an intense heat coming from behind Paul coming from the lift, the sprinklers and alarms weren't working, tampered by Cassius.

"Tick tock, Doctor," Cassius narrows his eyes on Paul.

Fire burst through the lift doors, causing Paul to turn his head, overhead he heard the Daleks apathetically respond to the presence of fire, continuing to drone to themselves.

Sharply, Paul turned his head back, but Cassius wasn't there.

Fleeing, Paul went through the corridors he came from, behind the fire began tearing through the Daleks, not one shrieked or registered the fire burning through their chassis, cooking them alive.