The Consciousness is predictably reticent at leaving the planet. Where else would it find a planet so rich in all the things it needed to survive? Earth was an all-you-can-eat buffet, and they were just settling in. Nevertheless, the Doctor presses on, trying to appeal on behalf of the humans, who deserve a chance to develop and reach their potential.

But it all goes wrong. He's recognized as a Time Lord, and therefore blamed for the decimation of their worlds. It wasn't his fault, he pleads, knowing with a sick certainty that there's no one else left to blame. And then it's even worse, because they know about the antiplastic. Before he can react, he's held fast by one of the mannequins, while a second pulls the vial from his pocket.

And the invasion begins. And he can't stop it. He struggles against the figure holding him, but he might as well try to break through steel. His mind races, his eyes dart around the room.

There has to be a way. There has to be an answer.