Dalek

[just_the_doctor]

The relative peace of the control room is shattered by an alarm. Granted, this tends to happen fairly often in these older TARDISes. Most are nothing more than the TARDIS equivalent of the "Check Engine" light. This one, though, is different.

Which is why the Doctor is at the console in a matter of seconds, running scans along all available frequency bands and tying the TARDIS navigational array into the output. It was definitely a distress signal. And a recognizable one. Not specifically Gallifreyan, but one of a number of standard forms used by any of a hundred planets in the general vicinity. Very faint and weak, but still there. Whatever was calling was in trouble, and had the technology to call for help.

A spike of hope rose in the Time Lord; was it possible that another Time Lord had been thrown clear of the blast, as he was, and was calling for assistance?

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They step out of the TARDIS and into -- some sort of room. They're inside. And when the Doctor turns the lights on, Rose peers down the aisle curiously.

It's a museum.

An alien museum, and she studies each exhibit as they walk along the row. Some of these things she's never seen, but some--

"That's a bit of Slitheen!" She remembers the aliens from her present day (seven years ago here), the ones who infiltrated the Government and tried to take the planet. "That's a Slitheen's arm, 's been stuffed..." She leans down to examine it and squint at the label.