Whisperings of Gallifrey
"Yes. The girl will do nicely." Hissed a voice. It was full of malice, thoughts of revenge, and pure evil. This was the voice of Gallifrey. The Great Intelligence had served him for many years. Never dying, never changing. A paradox in the world of aliens. And he would be the Doctor's undoing. He never used to be called The Great Intelligence. He had another name. On his home planet of red grass and silver-leafed trees he was known as Koschei. Then when it grew time for him to pick a name for himself he chose one which he felt suited. The Master. But he had been destined for another name; The Great Intelligence. For that was what he was now, merely a child of Gallifrey arisen from the shackles of a body and into the world of consciousness.