Part 3

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MARTHA'S POV:

The Doctor slams the phone back into the console.

I can tell by the way he's staring at the dials and gauges on the dashboard, he's definitely not impressed.

"Doctor?"

"The Shadow Proclamation. We have to go to the Shadow Proclamation." His face full of fire, and ice, and rage.

"I know you're upset, but can you at least tell us... Why?" I mumble, the words almost illegible.

"Look, they couldn't give us any useful information, information that might link all this into the disappearance of the temporal parameters." He replied. It was as if he was in another world. Daydreaming. Bored.

"Well, how about actually trying to get there? You know, to the Shadow Proclamation?" I suggest.

"That commander Julion - "

"Jorius"

"Jorius, whatever, did say that more information would be presented in the hearing..."

"Martha Jones, you are BRILLIANT!" He exclaims, pulling me forward into a hug, and continuing on through the group. Typical Doctor. Hugs for everyone.

He spins on his heel, and leaps towards the control panel.

"Allons-y!" He hoots, tilting his head up to the heavens.

Flicking switches, pressing buttons, and controlling temporal-magnetic waves or whatever they were filled his next 10-20 minutes.

After what seemed like forever, the blue box settled into its new surroundings.

Shadow Proclamation Headquarters.

We stand in awe at the complexity of the huge structure, linking 3 asteroids together by stellar bridges. A fantastic architectural feat.

"What's with the rhinos?" Donna sniggers, barely able to hold back laughter.

"They're the Judoon. Some of the finest warriors in the universe. After the Sontarans, of course, but nonetheless..." I hear him reply, the seriousness in his voice rising to a level I've never seen.

A tall, slender woman strides up to our small entourage. Her long, flowing black dress dragging along the pristine marble floor.

"Ah, Doctor. We've been expecting you." She croaks. Her red eyes dart back and forth across the room.

"Come this way."

Two guards join the party, as we're led down a narrow corridor.

"Air locks at the ready!" One guard shouts.

"Enter the PPS Pandorica!"

The immense snowflake-shaped prison stretches as far as the eye can see, with various numbers in order of the floors.

Lucky we're only in need of the first floor.

One particular sign catches my eye, the one that usually tells you what each floor's purpose holds. My blood runs cold when I read our floor's title.

Prison Floor 1: Mentally Insane

I scamper back to the group, not wanting to stray from the pack again. Not on this floor.

Walking next to Donna and Jack, we pass everything from mental Daleks, to Slitheen that've lost their marbles.

The snow-white corridor brings us to the right place. Cell 42.

It appears to have a higher security status compared to the others. The reason why lies hidden beneath the 2 steel deadlocked doors.

Whatever's in here must be wicked intelligent to be this well-guarded.

The combination is set in. The doors roll back with a harsh metallic clank.

"Prisoner 42! State your planet of origin, and any identification! You are in the presence of the Doctor! Speak!" One guard yells.

Something stirs in the darkness.

"Gallifrey." A voice growls from within the cell.

The Doctor, who remained unphased until now, froze.

"You heard me, Doctor," the voice continues.

"Gallifrey."

"Impossible," The Doctor mutters in disbelief. "You can't be!"

"But I am," it replies.

"I am the Master."

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