Martha felt a deep ice creep from her stomach, through her heart, and into her throat at the sound of those voices. Voices she really, really disliked. Daleks.

The Master and Daleks. This day was just amazing, right?

"Right, door, barricade, now."

She ran to follow Ian's lead, getting whatever she could lifted and over to the door. Granted, she knew the Daleks could blast through it easily, but maybe it would give them some trouble. Of course how they were going to get out was another story ...