1x06: Dalek

                                    

                                          
Sage walks over to the TARDIS doors to see it had materialised in a dimly lit area with carpeting and display cases, she furrows her eyebrows.
                          
"So, what is it? What's wrong?" Rose asks walking over. Sage steps out, followed by Rose.
                          
"Don't know. Some kind of signal drawing the TARDIS off course." Sage replies, looking around and squinting.
                          
"Where are we?" Rose asks, also looking around.
                          
"Earth. Utah, North America. About half a mile underground." The Doctor says, stepping out of the TARDIS and closing the door behind him.
                          
"And when are we?" She asks.
                          
"2012." He replies, looking at a display case.
                          
"God, that's so close. So, I should be twenty-six." Sage finds the light switch and turns it on.
                          
"Blimey. It's a great big museum." Rose says, looking around in awe.
                          
"An alien museum. Someone's got a hobby. They must have spent a fortune on this. Chunks of meteorite, moon dust. That's the milometer from the Roswell spaceship." Sage says, looking in a display case.
                          
"That's a bit of Slitheen! That's a Slitheen's arm. It's been stuffed." Rose says. The Doctor walks over to her to take a look.
                          
"Oh, look at you." Sage whispers. Rose and the Doctor hear her and Rose walks over, followed by the Doctor.
                          
"What is it?" Rose asked, as all three of them look at the Cyberman head. Sage shrugs.
                          
"An old friend of ours. Well, enemy. The stuff of nightmares reduced to an exhibit." She says, then looked up at the Doctor. "We're getting old." He just chuckles and nods.
                          
"Is that where the signal's coming from?"
                          
"No, it's stone dead. The signal's alive. Something's reaching out, calling for help." The Doctor says, leaning forward and touched the display case which causes an alarm to go off and armed guards to rush in from all sides, cutting them off from the TARDIS.
                          
"If someone's collecting aliens, that makes you two, Exhibit A and B." Rose says. A while later, a woman named Goddard walks beside them as they all walk into a room.
                          
"What does it do?" The man at the desk asks, looking up at the other man.
                          
"Well, you see the tubes on the side? It must be to channel something. I think maybe fuel."
                          
"I really wouldn't hold it like that." Sage says.
                          
"Shut it!" Goddard says.
                          
"Really, though, that's wrong." Sage continues.
                          
"Is it dangerous?" One the men asks, causing Sage to snort and shake her head.
                          
"No, it just looks silly." She says, her face scrunching, and putting her hands out for the item. The man who was sitting down, hands her the palm-sized object. "You just need to be..." She strokes the side and it makes a note. She smiles. "... delicate." She continues to play several different notes.
                          
"It's a musical instrument." One of the men realise.
                          
"Mhm, and it's a long way from home."
                          
"Here, let me." The man takes it from her hand and the sounds that emit from it are harsh and horrible.
                          
"I did say delicate. It reacts to the smallest fingerprint. It needs precision." Sage says. The man nods and finally gets the hang of it. "Very good. Quite the expert." She compliments.
                          
"As are you." The man then casually tosses it aside and it lands on the floor. "Who exactly are you?"
                          
"I'm Sage, that's the Doctor and that's Rose. And who are you?" She asks with her head tilted. The man scoffs.