[Granaxio Military Vault, Year 2756]

Every one of her muscles felt like they were on fire. Her aching, burning lungs made every breath difficult and uncomfortable. The blood pounded in her temples like a hammer from the inside, and her face glistened with sweat. But there was satisfaction in her eyes that overshadowed every other thing. She gazed triumphantly at the small, shiny object in her hand and then glanced behind her. She wasn't out of harm's way yet. But then again… that was exactly the way she liked it. She loved having the last word.

Three soldiers in black uniforms came running around the corner and headed straight for the dark figure standing, hands on hip, facing them.

"Hello, boys! Sorry I can't stay. I just had to take your psychic shield. Very handy thing to have around. I didn't steal anything else, I promise."

She gave a deep, flowing laugh, and flashed a smile before she suddenly vanished, leaving behind her a cloud of dust and three astonished soldiers, staring into the space where she had stood seconds ago.

Professor Song had struck again.

[Planet Mesaina, Year 4115]

In a small, dark, room, a figure dressed in black sat in silence on a throne-like chair, hands folded. The only light visible in the room came from a small display built into the wall with a bright, green line running across the black screen. The line spiked upward for about a second, and then became completely horizontal, as it had been before. The figure in the chair had been studying the line carefully, and after it had returned to its normal state, they moved from the chair towards the doorway. A soldier walked up to the doorway of the small room and stood at attention, throwing a salute to the dark figure. A deep, harsh voice spoke from within the room to the soldier.

"Is the machine prepared?"

"Yes, my lady."

"Good."

"Will she be here soon?"

"Yes. In fact, she's just arrived."

"My lady…"

"Madam will suffice, soldier."

"Madam, the Etavni have sent a message."

"Oh, have they? What do they say this time?"

"The message reads as follows:

"Madam,

You will not escape justice. The universe knows of the crimes you have committed against it. You may have escaped the Silence, but we, the Etavni, will not allow you to forget us. Do not consider this a warning. Consider this your last letter."

That is the end of the message, my lady."

The dark figure pulled a laser pistol from her hip and fired it directly into the body of the soldier in front of her.

"I said Madam would suffice."

The woman put away her gun and strode purposefully down the dimly lit corridor which led from the small, dark room to a larger, brighter room. A soldier greeted her with a salute, but she pushed him aside and strode out onto the catwalk which led around the room. A high-ranking officer marched up the catwalk and saluted the brooding figure standing there.

"Madam Kovarian, the vortex tracker indicates that the prisoner has arrived and is currently just outside of Sector 8. I've dispatched a unit to bring her to you directly. Alive and unharmed, as you ordered."

"Very good, Lieutenant Tarion. You have done well."

After dismissing the officer, Madam Kovarian made her way toward Sector 8. As she went, she smiled maliciously, her face a picture of evil delight. Oh, the plans she had for her soon-to-be prisoner…

"This time, Melody Pond, you'll pay for your betrayal. And your precious Doctor will, too."