Robin was again struck silent by the fury on the Doctor's face. She had never seen such an ancient hatred before, and it was certainly much more frightening than anything she'd seen from the Daleks the entire time. Thinking for a moment, she stood slowly and walked toward her friend. Every step was painful; her feet were bruised and scratched, as were her arms. But her steps were determined.<br/><br/>Finally, she reached the Doctor and stood with him in front of Davros, the McCrimmon Daleks ominously watching from behind. Softly, she put her hand in the Doctor's and squeezed, urging him to look at her.<br/><br/>"Hey," she said gently. "You win. It's over."