Part two story one,

Name: The Warrior
Location: Gallifray

The Doctor and I split up. He's hacking the system, I'm taking care of the guards. I'm much better at combat than they are, but there's a lot of them. There are at least two per hallway, more in high security areas. We're heading towards one of the most high security places in the building.
I finish the guards in twenty six minutes. By now the Doctor will have finished breaking the security systems and will be waiting for my word. I pull out an Earth phone and text him "guards are out, proceed to vault." He responds, "Go find Molly. Take your father's TARDIS and get you and Molly out of here. I will find you. London, 2012?"
I return my phone to my pocket and run. It will not take the Doctor long to find The Moment. I start towards Molly. On second thought, I should get the TARDIS first. There's gonna be Daleks out there, and I don't want her getting hurt.

Molly's father had owned his TARDIS since he was ten. It was his pride and joy, and as soon as I was old enough to reach the console I was taught to fly it. I am nmw a licensed driver, and he was teaching Molly when the war started.

Five blocks from my house, I pass a homeless person still out on the streets and not dead.
"Sir, you need to get out of here!" I shout.
"I'll be fine," says the man. "Death would be a relief. I had a wife and six kids this morning. Now me and Harrison are the only ones left." He gestures to a stall lump in the debris surrounding them that I make out to be a sleeping child. "I'm out here trying to make a few bucks so that we can get out of here. You wanna buy?" He gestures to a pile of what look like normal plastic bags.
Something in me is tugged by this sad old man. "Sure, what are you selling?"
"TARDISes"
I pause. "What?"
"I used to work for the company that made them, before it was destroyed. Now I make them on my own. They took my license after I moved on to the streets, so I can't escape."
"What model are they?"
"The latest, 567.0."
"How much do yo want for it?"
"I want fifty pandas and two promises from you."
I hand him the money. "Yeah?"
"I want you to promise me that you'll live, and I want you to promise that you'll remember me and my family. Can you do that?"
"Of course I can. What's your name?"
He opens his mouth to answer, and then collapses as a bolt of electricity hits him.
I look to the left to see four Daleks approaching. My gun's out of bullets. I can't take them. I make a split second decision and grab the small bundle of rags lying at my feet, then pull one of the plastic bags over my head.