And look at them now

The Doctor sighed softly to himself and patted Van Gough gently on the back kocking his hat off, "You've out done yourself this time, old boy," he murmured observing the delict paintings Van Gough had just finished. "These are amazing." In front of The Doctor where a series of small paintings, depicting the long lives of two boys and then two men.

The very first picture Van Gough had painted was of two boys running across fields of crimson red grass, shouting up at the burnt orange sky and laughing at the twin suns. They looked so free, it made The Doctor sigh with sadness and loneliness, oh how he missed that, the freedom. One of the little boys in the painting had curly golden hair and light brown eyes full of love, hope and freedom. The other little boy had hair as dark as the night sky and ice blue eyes full of adventure, fun and acceptance. The boys were holding each other's hands as they ran and wearing elegant robes of dark blue and red with hems of silver and gold. They looked like opposites, the night and day, the moon and the sun, they looked like brothers. At the bottom of the small picture it said "Theta Sigma and Koschei, best friends forever and eturnity."

The second picture Van Gough had painted was of the same boys as teenagers. In this picture they were graduating from the Time Academy. The teenagers were clutching their gold graduation papers and laughing at the names they had chosen for themselves. The Master and The Doctor, they were so happy, free and full of life. Nothing would and could ever go wrong, as long as they had each other, they wouldn't let anything go wrong. At the top of the page it said "But then came the drums, and all was forever changed."

The third painting was of The Doctor huddled in a small ball on the TARDIS floor crying, his dark brown eyes broken and with no trace of freedom they once bore. The Master was towering over him a smirk plastered on his rough face, his shaggy blond hair falling in to his brown eyes making him look like a fallen angel, which in a way he was. The Doctors brown eyes were full of old pain and sadness, he is so alone. The Master was tapping the constant beat of the drums against his thin legs and The Doctor was begging and pleading with him to come back and let him fix the drums and help him. The Master was refusing all The Doctors help and acting like this was all a big game, which for The Master it was. On the picture it said "They were no longer Theta and Koschei, but what was one without the other."

The final picture was of the same innocent little boys as war torn men, glaring at each other coldly. The Doctors once happy and free brown eyes were full of remorse and regret, his once golden blond hair now dark brown and spiky. The Master's old once blue now brown eyes were full of the drums and madness, his once black now shaggy blond hair was falling in to his insane eyes. The final words were "And look at them now, look what they have become."

The Doctor sighed sadly maybe he could still change The Master, his Koschei.