Deep in your mind.
Drums play along all the time.
Control. What is control when what's left of sanity starts to slowly disappear with every single beat of your hearts?
Nothing, control is nothing, but controlling is different. A Master mind is able to control everyone else but not itself.
Your thoughts, eating you, twisting your mind and changing yourself. You stare at a man who once was your best friend but now seems to be in con of all the things you've talked about of all the plans you had.
A call. A call to war. You have a plan now. Bring all the planet, that was your home, back. All the people you knew, but not to let them rule, to make them become like you and feel the supremacy of your life. To experience the sound of drums, your mind is the connection, you just have to wait.
Is a matter of time, the man in front of you talks about peace and shiny new worlds to discover, about life and death. But most important. He talks about what they will think about the noise in your head.
Things happen,
Gallifrey is returning,
But, what for? Rassilon and the others, they want to encage you or kill you.
You are sick for them, even if they say it was their fault, you are sick and they don't accept you the way you are.
One, two, three, four.
Gallifrey is gone, the decision was done and now your old friend stares at nothing.
He had faith in you and he may believe that you will come back. Because you never dies, you cannot, is your duty to live with the drums in your mind. But to live.
