Imagine falling to your knees, eyes wide open in disbelief. Your head is in your trembling hands, your lips quivering at words you couldn't string together. Your eyes glazed over with unshed tears.
The Doctor in front of you, cradled the man in his arms, blood mingling with tears and face scrunched up with a horror-ridden expression. You heard him blubber desperate pleas, clutching the mans lifeless body.
"The drumming Doctor." The Master says almost calmly, "When will it stop?"
The Masters eyes rolled up into the back of his head as his body went limp. The Doctor cried out in anguish and clutched the body further, burying his head into his hair.
Your tears were falling now, rolling down your cheeks, clear streaks through the blood and mud. You grip your hair in you hands pulling it so it hurt. You collapsed, your hands against the wooden floor. A loud sob erupted from your lips and you bang the palm of your hands onto the floor. Jack rushed over to pick you up until your legs were dangling off the floor and wrapping you into a large embrace. You cry into his shoulder, loud sobs voicing your pain.
There were just two of you now.
Two Timelords left.
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