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bandaging up those wounded. She was wrapping a mans wrist, and instructing him to keep it clean. Valarie was wrapping a woman's head, as Martha had shown her briefly how to do it so it keeps pressure but doesn't hurt. Tallulah has entered the silent tent, a boiled pot of water in hand.

"So, what are we going to do?" She shattered the stiff silence as she set the pot down. She folded her arms, which were covered in the sleeves of a satin fur coat.

"Doctor gave Val this." Martha motioned to the fold in her hands. She opened it, to show it was blank. "It gets us into any building, he must want us to it but I don't know how." Martha shrugged. They had both seen the Doctor use the psychic paper before, but remained clueless to how to actually use it. She closed it, and began to tap it between her fingers.

"Wait! In the sewers. They mentioned a conductor, with dalekanium or something." Valarie began, ideas spurring from her mouth. "In place where?"

"I think I know." She left the tent to find Frank, who sniffled and grieved Solum still.

"Frank." His Head snapped to Valarie's voice. "You said Diagros was getting people to do work, what kind of work?" She asked. Frank looked down and shrugged, his lip trembling.

"All kinds. Building work was the best, you'd hope to get that." He informed them. Valarie sighed, feeling bad for Frank whose cheeks were still wet with fresh tears. She knelt to his knees, and took his hand in hers. She traced circles, it was gesture she knew comforted her as a child whenever she was scared or felt sad.

"Where, Frank? What building?" She asked gently. He turned, and pointed towards the Empire State Building, which was still being completed. "There." Valarie looked at Martha and Tallulah, feeling rather clever at the moment she has placed the two facts together.

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The walk to the Empire State Building was quick and cold; the door guarded by two burly men. The three stood stiff in front of them; Valarie fishing the psychic paper out of her pocket. She recalled the Doctor briefs explanation of how it worked. 'Please say engineers, please say engineers!'

She held it confidently, the men both nodding and allowing entry. Valarie smiled sweetly, and entered the lobby with ease. She was rather shocked that it had worked, as she peered back at Martha, Tallulah and Frank. No one spoke of the psychic paper until they were on the elevator.

"Always wanted to go to the Empire State, but not like this." Martha commented. Frank folded his arms.

"Where are we going anyway?"

"Top floor. Doubt it's fully done yet." Valarie confirmed. Tallulah eyeballed the psychic paper in her hands.

"Hey, how come those guys just let us through?" She asked. Valarie opened it and showed off the paper; which to all four said something.

"Psychic paper. Shows them whatever I want them to think. According to this, we are two engineers and two architects." She read it, and handed it to Frank who extended a hand. He felt dumbfounded as it looked real, but according to Valarie's words wasn't.

She tucked it back into her pocket when they all had a good look at it, making a mental note to give it back later. The elevator was reaching its peak; and as it did her heart began to race.

"Look at this place! Top of the world!" Tallulah gawked. The room was barely done, even missing large portions on the wall were assumed windows were to be placed. Blue-prints and papers were everywhere, and it was horribly cold.

"Alright, this looks good." Martha walked to a large blue-print. Frank pointed at the corner of the paper.

"Look at the date, this was issued today." He rapped a sticker, with 'written in black inc. "They must've changed something last minute."

"Daleks changed something last minute?" Martha asked, and lifted the print to see a former design. In honesty, neither Martha nor Frank could spot a difference in the print. "Whatever is different, must be on the top floor."

"New York City." Across the room, Tallulah stood on a unfinished balcony. Valarie accompanied her; hands tightly gripping the steel frame and not daring to venture out any further. Valarie quite hated being this close to the edge, despite the gorgeous view of an unfinished New York.

"If aliens had to come to Earth, no wonder they came here."

Suddenly, thunder rumbled the room. Dark clouds seems to like through the pitch black sky and smother out some twinkling stats. The two retreated into the heart of the room. Martha had laid out the prints on the floor; the two most recent versions side by side.

"I'm gonna go watch the door, make sure no one else can butt in." Frank declared, going to the small room the elevator sat in.

"There's a hell of a storm moving in." Tallulah's comment was smothered by rumbling thunder. Valarie knelt beside Martha, who mumbled about not being able to find a difference.

"So, when did you two gals first meet him?" It was a clear she was referencing the absent Doctor. Both didn't peel their eyes from the plans as they responded.

"Meet him in a hospital." Martha was the first to reveal. "Makes sense. He is a Doctor and all." Tallulah snorted.

"Actually, I'm a Doctor. Well, in training." She sighed.

"Really?" Tallulah asked, it dawning on Martha that the idea of a female doctor was very uncommon at the time.

"Yes." She laughed. "What about you?" Tallulah nudged a silent Valarie.

"Oh, uh, internship." She flatly replied, shifting the papers to continue to observe.

"It's a shame he's, you know, he's different."

"You have no idea." Both girls replied, looking at each other and almost laughing at how in sync they had became. Silence fell.

"Gotcha!" Martha cried, pointing at a print. It was a closer build of the top pole of the building. "Look, they've added something." She pointed at extra medal plates stuck to the mast.

"Dalekanium!" The trio cried in joy happy they had figured out exactly what was different.

The elevator doors buzzed, opening with a familiar voice. "Surprise." The Doctor mumbled, his hand on Lazlo's shoulder. Lazlo was slumped against the wall, out of breath.

"Doctor!"

"I thought I would never see you again!" Tallulah threw her arms are Lazlo, who returned the embrace. The Doctor rushed to Martha and Valarie, who had the prints up and displayed.

"We got it, there's dalekanium on the mast and it's good to see you!" Martha smiled, talking a mile a minute. "Oh good to see you two too!" He laughed, picking Martha up in a hug and spinning, and repeating the same with Valarie.

The elevator doors shut behind them, the Doctor crying a series of "no!" As he rushed to it. He began to work at the panel of buttons next to it. "They've locked us in."

"What time is it?"

"Eleven-fifteen."

"I've only got six minutes to remove the dalekanium before the gamma radiation hits."

"Gamma radiation? What the heck is that?"

"A lightning strike." Valarie mumbled, eyes as big as saucers as she raced towards the balcony; the Doctor passing her swiftly with Tallulah hot on their heels. The Doctor paused on the edge of the balcony, standing so close to the edge his toes practically hung off. Valarie pressed her chest to his back, not daring to go as close as he did.

"That's high, oh blimey that's high."

"And we've got to go higher." Martha showed him to a ladder that lead to the mast.

"There's no we, I'm going alone." The Doctor commented, eyeballing both girls. "You've got to stay and fight, they'll be sending those pigs up after me." Without another word, the Doctor climbed the mast, vanishing onto the roof of the mast.

Martha moved to do as he said, freezing to look at Valarie who wrung her hands and eyeballed the ladder. She then grabbed the handle and began to climb.

"Val, what are you doing?!" She cried as Valarie was halfway up the ladder. "He won't get it done alone in time, I'm going up." She moved faster then Martha could protest. Valarie stayed knelt to the ground under her dirty shoes; squinting as the wind was horrid this high. She didn't dare peek over the edge, as the watched the Doctor vanish onto the very top of the mast.

"Damn." She mumbled, knowing she'd only have to climb higher. And that is what she did. She grasped a metal beam in her hand, not minding the bitter cold that nipped at her palm. She continued to climb; feeling like a child again. It reminded her of when she was a child, and climbed to the roof of their house. She also remembered falling off that roof.

She squealed when a strong breeze tugged at her body, and looked up the see the Doctor's head poke over the edge.

"Valarie! What are you doing?!" He shouted, as she continued to climb higher.

"You can't do this alone!" She yelled over thunder, raising herself onto the wooden platform with the Doctor's assistance. "I'm already up here." She commented, eyeing a tool box. She reached in her pocket, pulling out the psychic paper and handing it to him with a cheeky smile. "You needed this back anyway."

She snatched the tool box and pulled out a screw driver, the Doctor holding his own sonic version in hand. The two didn't speak anymore. The Doctor soniced a panel, struggling to pry the first piece off but he managed. To his amazement, Valarie ripped it off after brutally jabbing it. Suddenly he shouted, hand slipping as his screwdriver toppled down to the bottom of the mast.

He began to desperately pry and scream. "We aren't gonna get these off in time! Get back!" He pushed her back into the wooden part of the panel; Valarie curling her body into a ball to keep away from any metal.

He then did the unexpected; he climbed the mast, body wrapping around the pole. And with defeating thunder, lighting struck the pole. The Doctor began to wail and scream, hot and white electricity rocking his body. Valarie watched in horror, wanting to help but knowing she couldn't dare to touch him. The strike ended, and his body toppled off.

It struck the wooden panel with a dull thud. She shared in horror, before slowly crawling to his side. "Doctor?" She asked quietly. His forehead was covered in sweat, and his hands were limp. She tugged him closer, calling his name again.

Martha emerged from below, Frank close to her. In her hand was the screwdriver he had dropped. She rushed to the Doctor, who Valarie cradled with a shaking lip.

"Doctor! Doctor, look what we found, half way down." She held it to his face, as if that would bring him back if he was dead.

After a few moments, his head turned. He groaned, eyes still closed. "Oh, my head."

"Aye, you survived then." He smirked, referencing to both of the girls who loomed over him.

"Just about. But I couldn't help and notice, there's dalekanium still attached." Martha gulped. She was right; a single panel the two couldn't work off in time before the lightning strike. The Doctor shot up to look at the panel.

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"They'll be spreading the soldier out through the sewer system." The Doctor has revealed the entire plan to them; abducting humans, making them shells and then pumping them full of dalek thoughts and ideas to create a new army. A new breed of dalek. He also revealed Dalek-Sec was more human, and was more kind then the Daleks were. He wanted a new for the entire race, but the others turned against him.

"How do we stop them?" Lazo asked.

"There's only one chance." He looked at everyone. "I got in the way. That gamma strike went through me first."

He walked away from the balcony's edge; long coat trailing behind him. "Yeah, but what does that mean?" Martha asked.

"We need to draw fire." He avoided her question. "I need to face them before they attack New York. Think, somewhere safe and out of the way." He suddenly spun and pointed at Tallulah. "Tallulah!"

"Three l's in my name, yeah?"

"That theater, can you get us inside?"

"I don't see why not." She shrugged. The Doctor turned to the elevator; which had been fried in the strike.

"Is there another lift?" He asked. "We took the service elevator." Valarie revealed.

"Amazing! Allons-y!"

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"Nothing creepier then a theater in the dark. Listen, Doctor, I know you got a thing for show tunes but there's a time and place- Lazlo?" Lazlo had collapsed in a chair, heaving through his pig nose.

"Lazlo, what's wrong?" She asked.

"Nothing, it's just, so hot." He was panting like a dog.

"Darling, it's freezing." Tallulah half laughed.

"Doctor, what are you doing?" Valarie asked as he stuck the sonic into the air.

"The Daleks wanna know where their worst enemy - me - is, so I'll just tell them." His eyes were wide and wild.

"Frank, take Valarie and Martha back to Hooverville." He instructed. "No." Martha protested.

"Martha, that's an order." He lowly told her. His voice was serious, every ounce of playfulness it held gone.

"What are you then, some Dalek?" The doors splintered open, making any retreat to Hooverville now an impossibility. In marched in men and women, holding guns.

"Oh my god." A explosion popped on the stage, those with the Doctor diving and covering their heads. From the hole that was created by the explosion, emerged two Daleks. And crawling with a chain around its neck and hands, Dalek-Sec was walked like a dog. It was a horrid sight. They watched in sick-awe as the Daleks treated their own creation as a slave.

"The Doctor will stand before the Daleks!" It ordered. The Doctor stood bravely on theater seat.

"You will die, Doctor. That's the beginning of the new age. Earth will become New Skaro."

"Oh and what new world? With anything just slightly different ground into the dirt. That's Dalek-Sec!-" he pointed a long finger at the beloved creation; bound and chained.

"The smartest Dalek ever and that's what you've done to him? Is that your new empire?" He questioned, looking them up and down. "Is that the foundation?"

"My Daleks," Dalek-Sec spoke. "Just understand this. If you choose death and destruction, then death and destruction will choose you."

"Incorrect. We always survive."

"Now we will destroy the Doctor!"

"But he can help you!"

"Exterminate!"

Dalek-Sec rose in the nick of time; the bolt striking his back. He writhed and screamed in pain before hitting the stage floor; dead.

"Your own leader. The only creature who might've led you out of the darkness and you destroyed him! You see what they did?" The Doctor asked the soldiers around them. He turned back to the daleks on the stage, face contorted with anger and confidence.

"Well, if I'm gonna die, give the new boys a shot."

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