Time Lord Victorious
The laws of time are mine and they will obey me! The phrase echoes in your head like a bell. The bell that tolls for thee. The saying makes you nearly laugh. A bitter sound that sounds more mechanical than genuine. You come to find that it no longer sounds like you whose laughing. The laughter sound so familiar but belongs to someone long since dead. You clutch your head as the guilt pounds against your skull.
Adelaide. Brave, brave Adelaide. Did she deserve this?
Yes. No. You can't decide.
Where has the Doctor gone? The once proud, no nonsense, witty Doctor that had an answer to everything. The Doctor would know what to do. Where has he gone? You desperately want to know.
Gone. Gone with his sanity. You don't know whether this is you or the laughing man thinking this, but it chills you.
Who is this monster that has replaced him? You wonder as you lay sobbing on the floor of the TARDIS. The laughter gets louder and louder. The pounding gets harder and harder.
Dum. Dum. Dum. Dum.
Dum. Dum. Dum. Dum.
Dum. Dum. Dum. Dum.
Dum. Dum. Dum. Dum.
And you hear the beating of the drums, pounding away your guilt.
You are free.
You are alive.
You are victorious.
Time Lord Victorious.
And you laugh and laugh and laugh and laugh.