“I feel a presence of someone!”
Previously, on Dark Shadows:
The Doctor came to a halt, his arms folded. “I won’t do it,” he said obstinately. “Whatever you want — I won’t do it!”
The Time Lord spoke one word. “Daleks.”
The Doctor spun around. “Daleks? Well, what about them?”
The Time Lord paused, as if collecting his arguments, then said, “Our latest temporal projections foresee a Time-stream in which the Daleks will have destroyed all other life forms. They could become the dominant creatures in the Universe.”
“That has always been their aim,” agreed the Doctor grimly. “Go on.”
“We’d like you to return to Skaro at a point in time just before the Daleks evolved.”
Immediately the Doctor guessed the Time Lord’s plan. “And prevent their creation?”
“That, or alter their genetic development, so they evolve into less aggressive creatures. At the very least, you might discover some weakness which could serve as a weapon against them.”
The Doctor tried to look as if he was thinking it over. But it was no more than a pretence. He couldn’t resist the idea of a chance to defeat his oldest enemies once and for all. “Oh all right. All right. I suppose I’ll have to help you — just one more time. Return me to the TARDIS.”
“No need for that, Doctor. This is Collinwood.”