Chapter Twelve, Who’s There?
Later that night, while everyone was asleep, both the Tenth and the Eleventh Doctors were sitting outside, “I had almost forgotten how cold Gallifrey got at night…couldn’t sleep?” Shaking his head, the Eleventh Doctor told him that Jack’s snoring kept him awake, “Actually, that’s not the reason why I’m outside….and awake. Remember earlier what the Master said about him wanting to stop the Daleks? Well, a part of me says that he’s telling the truth but….I know that he’s behind it. You remember what he said earlier….that before Davros died, he went to his empire and found out that he would be taking his place. But, something isn’t adding up…..How could he have talked to Davros when we defeated him a few months ago? Unless….no…it can’t be. I was afraid this was going to happen.” Puzzled, the Eleventh Doctor asked him what was going to happen, “What is it? Doctor, what is it?”
“He knew about the storm way before we did. Way before I had those nightmares….that’s it. He’s behind this. Damn it, how could I have failed to see this coming?” Sighing, the Tenth Doctor explained that he could have fooled all of them, “we have other issues to worry about….My-I mean, our evil brother, could commit genocide on our crew and we can’t let that happen, especially now. Anyway, we better rest up….we’re leaving Gallifrey in the morning.”
The next morning as Team TARDIS began their departure, they noticed that one of their crewmates was missing. “W-where’s The Master? Doctor?” The Tenth Doctor explained to Gwen that the Master is probably back in Hell…where he belongs. “Anyway, our business here on Gallifrey is done. Back to London we go.”
