"You're just stupid," Tucker stared hard at the Doctor through his shiny silver eyestalk. "You can't tell me what to do." The Doctor only glanced back, the expression was unreadable on his face. "I will do what I like," he spoke after a short silence. Tucker moved closer to the Doctor, turning his entire eyestalk to focus on just his face. "You cannot... Tell me... What to do." Tucker had a hard time emphasizing with his wobbly monotone voice. The Doctor spun completely around, nearly flinching at how close Tucker was to him. Tucker focused hard this time. What was his emotion? A sudden smile, and the Doctor started walking back to the other wall, tracing the door with his sonic probe. Tucker moved a bit closer. "What is that?" The Doctor paused, and the noise from the probe stopped before another word could creep in. A watch peeped out from under his long-sleeved shirt, and he checked it. The Doctor seemed to mumble the time to himself before looking at Tucker. "It's a screwdriver, but I won't tell you anything else. You and your sick race can live without my technology." Tucker extended his plunger-like arm, the Doctor slowed his movements to another stop. The plunger pushed the bowtie up a bit, adjusting it from an angle. The arm retracted to it's normal state. The Doctor stood still facing the door. A small look of shock seemed to appear, but it still wasn't clear. Tucker lowered his eyestalk to the dimly glowing floor. He turned and stood in the corner. Silence filled the room once more before the sound of the sonic screwdriver began. "You know," the Doctor started, "I've lost someone to your species. She was sucked into an alternate dimension along with several other Daleks." He wouldn't look away from the door. The solid white room had an eerie feeling to it, one that neither of them really liked. They had been teleported there on accident during a fight. Tucker was too late to get there to know what happened, and the Doctor won't talk about it. They needed a way out of here. "Rose." Tucker spoke up, catching the Doctor's attention. A frustrated glare gripped his face, and he stared right through Tucker. "Her name was Rose, wasn't it?" Tucker's eyestalk raised to face the Doctor, who was standing less than two feet from him. "Don't you dare talk about Rose." He pointed his screwdriver threateningly at the Dalek, whose sonic ray had been cruelly ripped off. "I-yes. Her name was Rose. She... She was so..." His head dropped, and his facial expression changed from anger to sadness in a snap. Tucker backed up a bit. The Doctor dropped to his knees, letting the screwdriver fall from his hands to the floor. The metal-coated monster that stood before him had just discovered his weakness. "You can't tell a soul. Not a single speck of dust, or so help me, I will find you and tear you to bits!" The anger returned to his face, and it grew a silly red. He jumped back up and went back to the door, pointing his screwdriver at it and muttering to himself something in Gallifreyan. Tucker stood next to him. "Not a soul," he promised. The two of them simply hovered over the door, watching it in unsettling silence. "We've got to find a way out, and if I knew better, there's always a way out. Can you pick up heat signatures?" Tucker moved back. "Yes, and there's a button just behind you."
"Here?"
"No, move down."
The door released a hissing steam, and the two acquaintances moved out of it's way. "I can't see! I can't see! Everything is foggy!" The Doctor wiped the fogged lens on the Dalek's eyestalk, and he calmed down. The inside of the TARDIS stood in shining silver glory before them. "Impossible!" The Doctor exclaimed, stepping slowly inside. He stopped Tucker before he made another movement. Tucker looked up. "Sorry, habit." The Doctor walked over to his leather seat, and there sat a shiny pair of keys, both held together with a worn-out piece of string. Someone had gotten in.
