The clockwork man's arm shoots out, at the Doctor's throat, and the Doctor backs toward Reinette -- "Focuses the mind, doesn't it?" -- and asks the robot to identify itself. It cocks its head, but does not speak. "Order it to answer me," the Doctor tells Reinette. He reminds her that it listened to her when she was a child: "Let's see if you've still got it." She orders the robot to answer the Doctor's question -- to answer any and all questions it receives. It lowers its arm: "I am Repair Droid 7." The damage on the ship is due to an ion storm -- 82% systems failure. And what took so long? "We did not have the parts." Mickey laughs: it always comes down to the "parts." It's not a joke. "What's happened to the crew, where are they?" Didn't have the parts. "There should have been over fifty people on your ship. Where did they go?" Didn't have the parts. The Doctor finally figures out where those fifty crewmen went. Rose points out where the parts went: the camera, the heart: "It was just what it was programmed to. Repairing the ship any way it can [sic], with whatever it could find. No one told it the crew weren't on the menu. What did you say the flight deck smelt of?" Barbecue. Reinette looks like she might boot. "But what are you doing here? You've opened up time windows -- that takes colossal energy. Why come here, you could have gone to your repair yard. Instead you come to eighteenth-century France? Why?" The droid jerks its head at Reinette: "One more part is required." But she's incomplete. "So that's the plan, then? Just keep opening up more and more time windows, scanning her brain, checking to see if she's 'done' yet?" Rose asks -- not for the first, not for the last time -- "Why her?" The Doctor turns to stare at her. "You've got all of history to choose from," Rose adds. "Why specifically her?" The droid cocks its head again: "We are the same." Rose's Dalek wasn't the Wolf, it was Victoria. The Doctor's Dalek isn't the ship: it's Reinette. Why her? Why specifically her? We are the same.
"We are not the same," Reinette shouts. "We are in no sense the same!" We are the same, the droid repeats, and she advances on it, raging: "Get out of here! Get out of here this instant!" The Doctor tries to call her off, but it's too late: the thing teleports away again. "It's back on the ship," says the Doctor. "Rose, take Mickey and Arthur, get after it. Follow it. Don't approach it, just watch what it does." Arthur? "Good name for a horse." Rose shakes her head, exasperated: "No, you're not keeping the horse!" He whines: "I let you keep Mickey!" Everybody splits; Mickey and Rose head back to the ship through the mirror. The Doctor closes the gate behind them: "Reinette, you're going to have to trust me. I need to find out what they're looking for. There's only one way I can do that. Won't hurt a bit." She nods, trusting him implicitly, and he puts his fingers to her temples. They close their eyes. "Fireplace Man," she murmurs after a moment, "you are inside my mind." And he half-smiles: "Oh dear, Reinette. You've had some cowboys in here."