The enemy for this level is a Paradox.
|Enemy||Gem color||HP||Defence||Attack / cooldown||Power / cooldown|
|Green||750k||4k||5500||1||Temporal decay: Poison 20%/turn for 6 turns||1|
|Time lock: Lock II||2|
|Syphon: Weaken pink 70%||1|
|Immune: 10 turns||1|
The War Doctor sprints around the center console flicking switches, his eyes racing from one readout to another.
War Doctor: We've been through this before. If I can land you on Moldox, I can land you in a damn library!
Twelfth Doctor: Hands off my TARDIS!
Eleventh Doctor: She's not going to let us land. She's going to rip herself apart before she lets us get to the Library.
War Doctor: Whatever she doesn't want to happen is going to pale in comparison to what the Master is going to do to reality if we don't get our hands on that book.
With fury in his eyes the War Doctor starts to hit the controls much more forcefully.
War Doctor: Nearly there...any second now. Close those paradoxes, buy me some time!
Before first waveEdit
Fifth Doctor: At least nothing is running out of this one!
The Fourth incarnation of the Doctor leaps out of the collapsing paradox, crashing into Strax.
Fourth Doctor: A Sontaran! Good thing about Sontarans: if you've seen one, you've seen them all.
Strax: You, you're, you, who are you?
Fourth Doctor: Just "Doctor" will do very nicely, thank you. Would you like a jelly baby?