"It hasn't changed," I commented. "It seems like a long time, nothing's changed. It's amazing."

I walked to the control panel, and ran my fingers over it.

Dad grinned. "I know."  He was leaning in the door frame. He stopped and walked over to me. He put a hand on my shoulder. I looked at him with a huge grin on my face. "I miss this place," I admitted. "So many memories," Dad agreed. I looked back at the panel, then at him. Then I noticed the hand.

"Dad, whats that?" I asked, pointing at the hand.

"Um, its my hand. It sorta got cut off and I grew another one," he admitted. I stared at him. "Long story," he said, waving his hand. I shrugged.

"I'm glad you that grew out of the Mute Stage," Dad said. I stroked back my curly dirty blonde hair and looked at Dad again.

"Knowing you, and your tendency to land where there's trouble, what do you think is going to happen?" I asked. He shrugged. "Hmm," I said, walking around the control panel and finally around the room. I could tell he was following . I turned around. "Can we go back out?" I asked. He nodded. I strolled to the door, threw it open-

and found myself facing the reason why Mum died.

Daleks.