We finally appeared back in our house.
"Susan, you did it. You really did," I said. "I'm proud of you. Keep trying, and you'll make a great TARDIS."
"Thank you, grandfather."
I stepped outside to say hello to the neighbors. I instantly regretted it. The sky was completely black. Soldiers and civilians alike lay dead in the streets, the regenerative process still yet to come. Daleks were flying the sky, attacking the already burning Palace of Rassilon. Dozens more of them roamed the street, exterminating everything in their path. They didn't look like any Daleks I'd seen before. Then it hit me. They must be the Daleks from the future. The ones that came back to exterminate...me. Of all people, me. An innocent old man. What brought me to anger them in my future was still a mystery.
One Dalek looked right at me. "The Doc-tor has been lo-ca-ted!!" it cried out. "Ex-TERM-in-ate!!"
I ran back into my house and put a deadlock seal on the door.
Susan looked at me, disappointed. "People, innocent people are dying out there, grandfather. Soldiers, giving up their lives and families...to save one civilian. You."
"I'm an old man," I told her. "How can I stand against a Dalek?"
"You're intelligent. More important than intelligent, you're wise. You can think of something.
I walked into my bedroom and banged my head against the wall. I heard a noise behind and saw a man standing next to me. He was wearing a tweed jacket, a red bow tie with matching suspenders, and had a very big chin.
"Who are you? How did you get here?"
"Uh, right. Well. I'm you, in your eleventh body. About...800 years older. Came in a vortex manipulator. I needed to tell you that...you need to stop the Daleks. I know you have to, because I remember doing it when I was you!"
"But...what am I supposed to do?" I asked him.
"Oh, you'll figure it out. Here's a hint: Susan's console."
He tapped a few buttons on his vortex manipulator and disappeared in flash of light.