Daleks. She had heard the name, floating around in the Doctor's scattered memories. A name that radiated fear and loathing, just like the Dalek did itself. Robin was standing at the back of the small house, her whole body shaking in fright. She didn't know what to do, and there was no way that she could help. It was obvious that these things were hated by the Doctor... He wasn't even trying to help them.<br/><br/>He was warning them.<br/><br/>A thrill ran down her spine as he spoke. Here it was again - the surfacing of the oncoming storm. Though he was unarmed, and though he was dressed eccentrically, he was full of rage and ice and calculating genius. Where the Dalek was a terrifying blend of militant, brute force, the Doctor was far more sinister. Entire worlds had fallen before these metal coated beings... And yet, their race was fearful of the Doctor.<br/><br/>Robin found herself suddenly very glad that she was  on his side.