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The group is now standing in another part of the Tower dungeons.

"The Zygons lost their own world. It burnt in the first days of the Time War. A new home is required.", Elizabeth explains.

"So they want this one."

"Not yet. It's far too primitive. Zygons are used to a certain level of comfort."

"Commander, why are these creatures here?", A Zygon asks.

"Because I say they should be. It is time you too were translated. Observe this. I believe you will find it fascinating.", The Zygon puts his hand on a glass cube with dents in the corners, then vanishes. The 3D landscape painting from the Under Gallery is nearby.

"That's him! That's the Zygon in the picture now.", Clara recognizes the Zygon.

"It's not a picture, it's a stasis cube. Time Lord art. Frozen instants in time, bigger on the inside, but could be deployed as-", The war Doctor is cut off by Ten.

"-Suspended animation. Oh, that's very good. The Zygons all pop inside the pictures, wait a few centuries till the planet's a bit more interesting, and then out they come."

"You see, Clara, they're stored in the paintings in the Under Gallery, like cup-a-soups. Except you add time, if you can picture that. Nobody could picture that. Forget I said cup-a-soups."

Odessa rolls her eyes before Clara speaks up again.

"And now the world is worth conquering. So the Zygons are invading the future from the past."

"Exactly."

"Wow. That's certainly something.", Thirteen mutters as Odessa nods in agreement.

"And do you know why I know that you're a fake? Because you're such a bad copy. It's not just the smell, or the unconvincing hair, or the atrocious teeth, or the eyes just a bit too close together, or the breath that could stun a horse. It's because my Elizabeth, the real Elizabeth, would never be stupid enough to reveal her own plan. Honestly, why would you do that?", Ten steps towards Elizabeth.

"Because it's not my plan. And I am the real Elizabeth."

Odessa hides her laugh at the look on his face.

"Okay. So, backtracking a moment just to lend context to my earlier remarks."

"My twin is dead in the forest. I am accustomed to taking precautions.", Elizabeth produces a dagger from the garter beneath her skirts.

"These Zygon creatures never even considered that it was me who survived rather than their own commander. The arrogance that typifies their kind.", She scoffs.

"Zygons?", Thirteen guesses.

"Men.", Elizabeth, Clara and Odessa all reply.

"And you actually killed one of them?"

"I may have the body of a weak and feeble woman, but at the time, so did the Zygon. The future of my kingdom is imperilled. Doctor, can I rely on your service?", Elizabeth turns back to Ten.