Universe 1:

The guards escorted the Doctor and Van Statten up several levels. Though they were right there making sure he went along, the guards let the Doctor walk on his own. "You need to destroy it." The Doctor informed the stubborn man. "It's pure evil with the intent to kill everyone who is not a Dalek."

"Dalek. That's an interesting name. I'm assuming that the metal casing is not part of the creature." Van Statten replied either not hearing the Doctor's suggestion or not caring.

The Doctor sighed. "Yes. It is an armor. It holds a mutation. A creature genetically engineered to have no emotion except for hate. It will not think twice killing." He stated as they approached a room. "You must destroy it."

Van Statten smiled, a bit condescendingly. "And destroy the last one of its race?" He inquired. "You did say it was the last?" 

The Doctor nodded. "Must have somehow escaped the Time War." He said shaking his head. "Falling through time. I'm surprised it's not mad."

"They did say when it hit earth, it burnt in it's crater screaming for days before finally being collected and brought her." The professionally dressed woman next to Van Statten stated. The Doctor looked her way and then nodded. That would make sense.

"War?" Van Statten inquired. "Is this the same one you were speaking about earlier?" He asked.

The Doctor nodded as he paced in the hallway. "The Time War. The final battle between the Daleks and my people." He couldn't stand it. That Dalek still being alive. Just one Dalek and the destruction and horrors of the time war could all be restarted. All his people, everything he sacrificed would be in vain. "You must destroy it." He said turning to Van Statten.

The man nodded toward the guards who grabbed the Doctor. "What I'm more interested in is the fact that the Dalek is not the only one that is a survivor of it's people." He nodded toward the Time Lord. "Appearing you are as well. Let's see what makes you tick." He said nodding toward the room. Turning on the laser scanner, he smiled as the Doctor screamed in pain. "Two hearts! Binary vascular system. Oh, I am so going to patent this." He said, the scan completing. 

The Doctor looked at him and shook his head. "That's what you are. A scavenger." He shook his head. "Scrounging everything and undoubtedly keeping it for yourself." 

"Of course." Van Statten exclaimed. However, before he could continue another guard entered. 

"The creature, it's escaping." He declared nervously. Van Statten turned to deal with him as Jen entered. 

The Doctor looked over at Jen. Though he didn't know exactly what she did he had a feeling. The Dalek in the vault had been dying. Not enough power to do anything. If it was escaping and Jen was feeling guilty, then undoubtedly she touched it. "That's alright." He told her. The fault lay in Van Statten. He should have listened. "Let me go. You need to destroy this creature."

"The creature is locked in with a billion number combination lock." Van Statton replied a bit arrogantly, though there was just a tad of fear in them.

"A Dalek is a genius. It will crack that code in five seconds." The Doctor snapped his finger. 

"He's right." The aid said looking at her screen. The Dalek escaped." 

Van Statton looked from one person to the next. Then he nodded. "Alright. Release him." He looked at the Doctor. "What do we do?"

"Seal off the lower deck." The Doctor said shrugging the guards off as soon as he was free. Heading out the door he put his shirt and jacket back on. "Arm everyone. Maybe, just maybe you'll survive." He shook his head at their stupidity. But then again, what could he expect? Of course they wouldn't know what a Dalek is. But they should have listened to him. He looked at Jen. "You should go to the TARDIS, it will be safer." When she protested he frowned. "Jen, these aren't just any alien enemy. These are Daleks. There is no greater enemy in all of creation." He sighed. "Just stay close." He said dashing up the stairs. "Where can we seal off the lower decks?" He inquired.

"Level 35." Van Statton replied following them, his face pale. He looked at his aid. "Make sure they don't harm it. I want it captured alive."

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Universe 2

Summer watched as the Doctor informed everyone that he died of natural causes. She frowned and looked down at the man. She was no Doctor but that didn’t look right. For a second she feared the alien from Mars had found its way here. The man had died of drowning yet no water was around. As she followed the Doctor, he turned to her and informed her it was witchcraft. Now a bit more confused she followed the Doctor back to the inn. Patiently, Summer waited for the Doctor to procure a room. As he was finishing they ran into Shakespeare again. Pasting on a smile, Summer listened to the two converse before echoing goodnight. Thankfully, the man had other things to worry about now that his play was back on schedule.

Entering the bedroom, Summer looked around. It was rather plain but that was alright. She listened as the Doctor explained the sleeping arrangements. Though it might be a bit awkward sharing the bed, she wasn’t sure she could just let the Doctor sleep on the floor. She watched him walk toward the window and talk about Shakespeare.
“He is an interesting follow.” She agreed. “Not what I was expecting.” She glanced down thoughtfully. Looking back up at the Doctor, her face displayed concern. “You said witchcraft, Doctor.” She said. “But it isn’t, is it. It’s the creatures from Mars. They’re here as well.” As much as she would like to forget about Mars and how the Doctor almost went mad there, she had to know. 

When he declared it wasn’t that, she cocked her head. “So not Mars.” She frowned. “I guess there really is black magic and witchcraft.” She said not surprised. She was travelling through time and space seeing so many things that would blow the normal human’s mind. She glanced sharply at him when he said it wasn’t real. “But you said…” Now she was really confused. “I’m sorry, I guess I’m not getting it.”

Listening to the Doctor go off, switching back and forth from talking to her to muttering to himself. But she was used to that. She listened to him talk as she contained a yawn. It wasn't that he was boring, it was just that she was tired. Thankfully, the Doctor suggested that they turn in. In addition, she was glad that the clothes she wore would be fine sleeping in for a night. Otherwise she would have figured out what they were going to do. As it was, it was going to be a bit awkward sharing the bed. Assuming of course he slept at all. 

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A scream echoed through the night waking Summer up with a start. Sitting up she saw that the Doctor was already heading out the door. Jumping up, she ran after him wiping the sleep from her eyes. Entering Shakespeare room they found a servant on the floor and the playwright, himself trying to shake the stupor of sleep from his eyes.
“What happened?” Summer asked the Doctor as he examined the girl. It was a bit suspicious that there were two unexplained deaths. The first was the official censor vowing that Shakespeare’s play would not go through and the other was a servant girl in Shakespeare’s room. Though it was very suspicious she wondered if he had anything to do with it. He didn’t seem stupid enough to have it tied back to him. But then again, maybe he didn’t think they would suspect. But how? It didn’t make sense. Something out the window caught her eye and she went over.

A witch, a genuine witch was flying off on a broomstick. No. It couldn’t be. Rubbing her eyes she looked again. Though almost out of sight she saw the woman circle once before disappearing. “There was a witch.” She said shaking her head. “Flying on a broom.”

Shakespeare lamented about the poor servant not understanding how she could have died of freight.

“The thing is, you’ve written about witches.” Summer said earning a frown from the playwright.

“I have?” He inquired.

Summer blanched as the Doctor informed her that he hadn’t yet. Great. Next keep her mouth shut. She looked at the Doctor. “But I saw a witch. The man died outside due to drowning though there was no water. She,” Summer nodded toward the poor servant. “Died of fright.” Though she wasn’t as smart as other people she wasn’t stupid. There was a connection and somehow it was tied to Shakespeare. She didn’t know how. “It has to be connected.”