I was pacing inside the TARDIS, my hands on my face.

"Oh God," I whispered.

"You've lived on the streets of London, right? How are you scared of Daleks after that? Well, then again, I sorta was a runaway myself, but thats not the point, and, well, why are you so scared of them?" Dad asked.

"Yes, I did live on the streets for the most part part-" I began, when Dad interupted.

"For the most part?! Where else have you been?!" he cried.

"Places, but that's not the point, and the reason why I'm so scared of Daleks is because of Mum's death," I said sourly.

"Ahh, that explains it," he said, walking around.

"Aren't you scared of them? Even a little?" I asked.

He sighed. "I'd rather not talk about it"

I rolled my eyes and turned back to the window. I froze. "They're gone. Dad, the Daleks are gone!"

He raced to my side and peered out. "They are gone," he agreed. He swung open the door and stuck his head out. "Hmm," Dad said. He stepped out.

"Dad, are you sure it's safe?" I asked nervously.

"I believe so," he looked back at me. "Come on!"

"Oh boy," I muttered.