One two three four, it never stopped. As much as he tried he could never get rid of it. One two three four, again the sound came. Every waking moment the beat of four plagued him, driving him mad to the end of eternity. One two three four, he'd slam his cup on the table, frustrated at the noise. One two three four, he had tried everything to overpower it. Blasted music so loud the woman next door could here every word of the song, he beat at his head till his ears bleed, slammed doors, threw glass, hit walls. One two three four, he had found someone who could help long ago, but that was just a memory now. One two three four, the beat had gotten faster in the last year, louder than ever in the past week. One two three four, one two three four, it didn't take him long after that to realise what it meant, what the purpose of it was. One two three four, one two three four, one two three four, he realised his destiny was intertwined with the beat. He was meant for something big, something beyond this world and all the problems it has. One two three four, one two three four, one two three four, everything that ever was and ever will be started with this beat, and he knew exactly what it was telling him to do. One two three four, there it goes again, the loudest it could possibly be as he gazed upon the makers of the beat. One two three four, it wasn't this loud when he had control of the Earth, when he had his doctor at the brink of death, when he was shot with the gun. One two three four, one two three four, one two three four, he turned and looked back at his doctor now, laying on the floor with pleading eyes, with cuts and bruises due to the glass scattered around him. One two three four, one two three four, one two three four, at last he spoke to the magnificent people standing in front of him, he glanced quickly at the people covering their faces. He spoke at last, "Greetings fellow Time Lords, welcome to planet Earth." One to three four.