"Okay, where did you find Kira's necklace?" I ask the moment the TARDIS doors open. "In that broken Dalek," he replies, pointing towards one. "At least we know how you were spotted," I say, taking a deep breath to remain calm. "Of course. How didn't I notice?" He mumbles. I give him a small smile. "You were getting our daughter a birthday present. It's safe to say that you were distracted," I say, reassuringly.
"Distracted by what?" asks a child's voice. With a clenching feeling in my gut, the Doctor and I turn around to find a six year old Kira with a murderous gleam in her eyes and a pistol in her hands pointed at us.