The Doctor and the Warden ( Male time lord reader ) Season 1

Dalek- part one

Here we are, this is most people's favorite episode of season one, not mine though, shall we begin?

The TARDIS materialises and the Doctor, the Warden and Rose step out. 

Rose: So, what is it? What's wrong? 

The Doctor: Don't know, some kind of signal drawing the TARDIS off course... 

They look about themselves. 

Rose: Where are we? 

The Warden: Earth, Utah, North America. About half a mile underground. 

Rose: And... when are we? 

The Doctor: 2012. 

Rose: God, that's so close, so I should be... 26. 

The Doctor flicks a switch and lights flood the museum. 

Rose: Blimey! It's a great big museum! 

The Warden: An alien museum. Someone's got a hobby. They must've spent a fortune on this. Chunks of meteorite, moon dust... that's the milometer from the Roswell Spaceship. 

They pass the exhibits as they name them. They notice a Slitheen arm in one case. 

Rose: That's a bit of Slitheen! That's a Slitheen's arm, it's been stuffed. 

The Doctor notices something else. 

The Doctor: Ah! Look at you! 

Inside the glass case he is approaching, is the head of a Cyberman. The Doctor stares through the glass at it. Rose stands behind him. 

Rose: What is it? 

The Doctor: An old friend of mine... 

The Warden: Well, enemy. The stuff of nightmares reduced to an exhibit. we're getting old. 

Rose: Is that where the signal's coming from? 

The Doctor: Nah, it's stone dead. The signal's alive. Something's reaching out. Calling for help. 

He places the tip of his finger gently on the glass. Immediately, an alarm goes off and they are promptly surrounded by soldiers all pointing their guns at them. 

Rose: If someone's collecting aliens, that makes you Exhibit A. 

The Warden flashes the soldiers a grin. 

 A helicopter lands. Inside a corridor, men with guns line the walls. Henry van Statten alights from a lift with a few others - they begin to walk briskly down the corridor. 

Polkowski: On behalf of all of us, I want to wish you a very happy birthday, sir. And the President called to convey his personal best wishes. 

Van Statten: The President is 10 points down. I want him replaced. 

Polkowski: I don't think that's very wise, sir... 

Van Statten: Thank you so much for your opinion. You're fired. Get rid of him. 

Polkowski: Wha...? 

The soldiers drag him off. Van Statten keeps on walking. 

Van Statten: Wipe his memory, put him on the road someplace, Memphis, Minneapolis - somewhere beginning with 'M'.