“Well, she certainly acts like The Doctor,” The Man said, watching the viewer linked to Heather’s cell. She seemed to be smiling right at him. The Man shuddered.

“NEGATIVE,” one of his Dalek companions screeched. “SHE IS NOT LIKE THE DOC -TOR.”

The other Dalek slid in beside them. “THE DOC -TOR WOULD HAVE FOUND A WAY TO ES -CAPE.”

The Man regarded his two allies and sighed. “She’ll do the job I built her to do. Reeducation; grafts of The Doctor’s biodata into her own DNA ; for all purposes, gentle…things, this girl is a Time Lord.”

The first Dalek leveled it’s eyestalk at The Man. “YOU BELIEVE THAT SHE IS A TIME -LORD AND SHE BELIEVES THAT SHE IS A TIME -LORD, BUT WILL THE DOC -TOR BELIEVE ?”

“You know, your lack of imagination is quite endearing, really,” The Man said, rolling his eyes. “Believe me, pepperpot: this trap is perfect. I’ve seeded this fiction throughout all of space and time. The Doctor will suspect, but by the time he’s able to prove that this girl is not his daughter, it will be too late.”