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[An energetic, youthful voice crackles on the message board, broadcasting to anyone who'll listen. It sounds rather annoyed, though that quickly changes to enthusiastic amusement]

Alright, when’s this? This isn’t where I set the coordinates. The air smells… off. It’s an artificial world, isn’t it? Ah-hah, so that’s it. Right, then. I'm the Doctor; what seems to be the problem here? And don’t tell me there isn’t; I know trouble when I see it, and this is definitely troublesome. No, not the end of the uni – ah, maybe. But that’s alright, I’ve done this before, I’ll do it again. It’s the universe; something’s got to happen. So, then, what is it? Is there despair? Danger? Is the tea getting cold? Blimey, I hate it when that happens.

I can reset the TARDIS coordinates to five minutes past Amelia later. This is brilliant! New-old world where something’s not quite right; classic.

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And now the drums have come back.

... Yeah, I remember Lucy. [does he ever]

She helped bring me back. She helped me get this way. So proud, aren't you, Doctor? You converted her.

Did I really?

At once devoted to me and my empire, and all at once, she shoots me.

Still, she's old news now.

All at once? I do recall seeing a bruise on her face.

Is she? Why is that?

I said, "She's old news."

I'm here now. Here I am, Doctor. Here you are. What does that mean then?

I thought you did. You never change.

It means there's some kind of trouble here.

She did it to herself. And I made it out. Another precious ape lost, Doctor. All for the sake of me. Me, Doctor! That's what this entire battle over the span of history has been. You catching up to me.

Trouble is here. I can't have competition.

Humans are so much more than that. Do you remember the year that never was, Master? If they were only apes, they never could have done that.

Whatever it is you're thinking of doing, don't.

I do remember. I remember watching your humans kill themselves. Given, they were crammed into Halloween-size packaging, but they were grand in execution.

Don't what, Doctor? Gimme some ideas.

Do you also remember them winning?

[stony silence]

6 billion and a Doctor to one Master? The odds were not in my favor, but I still managed pretty well, I think. Don't you?

But even that's old news now. We're here, and now there's a new rule: every man for himself, everything for itself, Time Lords included. A new age for mastery.

You lost. That's not doing well, in my book. But who needs books? You've got... well, what have you got here?

This place isn't my normal fare, Master. Fairy tales come to life, worlds colliding - forget I said that. It's exactly my normal fare.

All the more reason to take it away from you, Doctor. You claim it when you've only just arrived. And you call me the greedy one.

You're confusing us, Master. I don't need to claim anything; I just want to see it.

Change, and yet you're still the same raggedy sham of a Time Lord.

I have seen it, and its people. I've been quite the anthropologist here. But now, having you around is making me nostalgic.

Oi! Who's raggedy?

Nostalgia's not like you.

Linguistics isn't what I came here for. I don't even know what I came here for.

But whatever it is, I've rediscovered myself. Even in the midst of my most fragile state I've been in for years, I will show you and everyone here just what a true Time Lord is capable of doing.

You know that won't get you anywhere. Your body is almost literally eating itself alive. How much time have you got left?

You won't be doing that.

But that's the beauty of it. With the minutes ticking off, I can see just how much time I have left to go out in a way deserving of a finish. And you know you can't...no, you won't be able to stop me.

But I will stop you, because that's what I do. I solve problems, save planets, stop wars and make biscuits, but only for people I like. The biscuits, that is. As for you, have you forgotten that? Have you forgotten there are two of me here now, when I only need one of me to get the job done?

Have you forgotten that two negatives don't always equal a positive?

Bring all the others, all ten of them. You'll need them all for what I have in store.

What's negative, Ten plus eleven equals twenty-one. Nothing negative about that number.

All I might need is a bit of string.

A piece of string? You'll most certainly need more than that. I wonder if your TARDIS changed at all.

I could have fun in there. Park it somewhere nice and safe, yeah?

Sorry, I'm accepting no new passengers for the moment. Maybe next time.