The Doctor recognized the smell before entering the room, the smell of an embalmers. Medicinal, sterile but the scent of death ever present. She knew exactly who was there.

‘Davros, of course it would have to be you…’ the hints of accusation and disappointment coloured her words. It did not go unnoticed.

‘I see, Doctor, that your manners haven’t improved with this new face either.’ Davros purred as she slowly edged towards her old enemy.