It has been centuries since she has seen home, and centuries more still since she has gone there by choice. There have been times when she knew her runaway thief would have welcomed a summons from the stuffy, dusty masters of Gallifrey, but she also knows this new body and mind would just as soon run as come to their call, just for the fun of running. And she would agree with him; there is so much more out in the wide universe than the Lords of Time and their petty quarrels. Yet the piece of a dying star nestled near the heart of the ever-changing craft longs for home, as the growing, living ship longs for adventure.

The Eye of Harmony is more than just a power source. There are few books that Rassilon hasn't rewritten, hasn't made his own, hasn't marked with his corrupt, decrepit name, but those that escaped the first Time Lord's purges whisper of Omega and his Hand and an empty suit of armor in an empty anti-matter world, abandoned by the conquering hero who was once his friend and partner in glory. They whisper of Prydonian pranks and darkness and drums and names left behind. Of sinful decadence and assassinations, Presidential duties unfulfilled. Of a cruel woman and her cruel experiments, and of a bright, beautiful Time Lord girl who found the Key to Time and defeated an imposter Guardian.

They whisper of mysteries and meetings soon to be, and adventures stretching far into the future and past and present.