Somehow we got back to the TARDIS without another problem. But the alarm was sounded. More Daleks were coming.

"Now what?" I asked.

Dad was breathing heavily. "Now I think of a plan."

I exploded about then. "NOW YOU THINK OF A PLAN?!" I screamed.

He winced. "Melody, don't screamed. Seriously. Let me ask you this: when you're running from your enemies, would think you be thinking of a plan?"

"Yes," I said stubbornly.

He threw his hand up in the air. "I give up,"he said.

I looked out the window, then at the sky.  Then at Dad.

"Do think they'd deliver an attack from above?" I asked.

He shrugged.

"Just wondering. Seems possible," When he didn't answer, I shrugged and turned back to the window. And froze what I saw.

"What do you see out there that is so interesting," he asked.

"How did so many Daleks get in one spot in less than a minute?" I asked.

"Huh?"

"Dad, come over here." I moved over so he could look.

He peered out. "Melody," he said,"I think we have a problem,"