Dalek

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The Tardis materialises in dimly lit area with carpeting and display cases.

(Y/N): So what is it? What's wrong?

DOCTOR: Don't know. Some kind of signal drawing the Tardis off course.

ROSE: Where are we?

DOCTOR: Earth. Utah, North America. About half a mile underground.

(Y/N): And when are we?

DOCTOR: Two thousand and twelve.

ROSE: God, that's so close. We should be twenty six.

The Doctor finds the light switch, and the room lights up.

ROSE: Blimey. It's a great big museum.

DOCTOR: An alien museum. Someone's got a hobby. They must have spent a fortune on this. Chunks of meteorite, Moon dust. That's the milometer from the Roswell spaceship.

Rose walks over to a display case.

ROSE: That's a bit of Slitheen! That's a Slitheen's arm. It's been stuffed.

DOCTOR: Oh, look at you.

ROSE: What is it?

DOCTOR: An old friend of mine. Well, enemy. The stuff of nightmares reduced to an exhibit. I'm getting old.

(Y/N): What's it called?

DOCTOR: They're called Cybermen.

ROSE: Is that where the signal's coming from?

DOCTOR: No, it's stone dead. The signal's alive. Something's reaching out, calling for help.

The Doctor touches the display case and an alarm goes off. Armed guards rush in from all sides and cut them off from the Tardis.

(Y/N): If someone's collecting aliens, that makes you Exhibit A.

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The three are lead to a fancy looking room. With two men, one of them is holding something.

VAN STATTEN: What does it do?

ADAM: Well, you see the tubes on the side? It must be to channel something. I think maybe fuel.

DOCTOR: I really wouldn't hold it like that.

GODDARD: Shut it.

DOCTOR: Really, though, that's wrong.

ADAM: Is it dangerous?

DOCTOR: No, it just looks silly.

The Doctor reaches for the item, and all guns are pointed at him. Van Stratton hands him the curved, palm sized object.

DOCTOR: You just need to be

The Doctor strokes the instrument and it makes a note.

DOCTOR: Delicate.

He plays a few more notes

VAN STATTEN: It's a musical instrument.

DOCTOR: And it's a long way from home.

VAN STATTEN: Here, let me.

Van Statten's touch is harsher. And his notes come out wrong.

DOCTOR: I did say delicate. It reacts to the smallest fingerprint. It needs precision.

Van Statten finally gets the hang of it.

DOCTOR: Very good. Quite the expert.

VAN STATTEN: As are you.

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