"I thought I would come and see you since your mum came without me. I know I haven't been around for awhile but I couldn't help matters, things had to be taken care of. No, that's not right ... things were done and I wanted to do them. I'm not good at this, never have been, mum's better mum is always better. I'm not good at this, I'm really not because I don't know how to do this! I don't know how to handle this, I don't know what this is! I spent so many years being alone, not letting anyone close that I just pushed aside everything else ... then mum walked into my life. I guess I needed mum more than I thought. She has shown me so much since we've been together and we've been through a lot. Your brother and sisters ... you ... we were great together, no one bothered us people actually left us alone ... yea I know, I made sure of that, finding a planet where we were the only ones on it and no one knew where we were. Yea, lot of luck we had with that. I know we had good years before we were found, still haven't figured that one out but I have my suspicions. We were all happy and no one bothered us. All of you had a great childhood, you had each other to play with as we added on to our family. None of you wanted for anything, you had a dragon as a pet AND a brother ... how cool was that. You got to grow up flying on the back of a dragon, oh yes and floating on the backs of silver spheres called Toclafane. We're not going to mentioned the tottered Dalek that roamed the house with all of you hanging from it. I think Caan actually enjoyed it because all of you never treated him like he wasn't normal. You all never knew what normal was until you had to live it. Oh, mum and I tried to protect all of you for as long as we could. We did our best and we knew it would happen one day and it did but this, oh this we never expected." He dropped to the ground and sat, wrapping his arms around his knees. "We had fun didn't we, I mean look at what we did: we play futball all of us, you and the others went to school, we watched all the Manchester United games up close and personal, we lived on a bus and traveled playing music, we watched movies and cartoons, we did all the normal family stuff. We even went to see your grandparents on occasion, though I have found out they weren't your REAL grandparents, maybe that's why you didn't connect with them like the others did. I warned you and you listened, who knows maybe I was wrong but I never knew my parents all that well either. I never wanted that for all of you and yet I became a stranger in my own way. It always surprised me when all of you would run up and hug me after I had been gone, like you all missed me in ways I couldn't imagine. Mum explained that to me: unconditional love, that's what you all had for me." Pulling a blade of grass up, he worked it in his fingers. "I don't know what makes your mum so special, how being so human causes her to act the way she does. She loves me so much and I will admit sometimes it scares me. When we were first together, I did everything to push her away but she always came back at me stronger. She wore me down and I quit pushing her away. When I did, when I stopped trying to force her away, I found someone who loved me unconditionally. She didn't care about my past or what I had done, she just loved me for who I was to her right then and there. It's the reason I've kept this face for as long as I have." He looked around for a brief moment. "Got a confession to make: I like this face now, it's grown on me." A tear rolled down his cheek. "Why did you have to go and be so human? Why couldn't you have been like your brother and sisters?" He wiped his eyes. "WHY DID YOU GO AND HAVE TO LEAVE ME! WHY DID YOU HAVE TO DIE!" Tears rolled hard and fast down his face. "I came back, why didn't you! Why couldn't you regenerate! Why didn't you regenerate! You are my son, you are the son of the Master so WHY DIDN'T YOU REGENERATE! How did I survive and you didn't! I would have died in your place and let you live! You are my son, you shouldn't be dead! I love you, why did you have to leave me!" Tears raced down harder as he leaned over, pressing his forehead to the tombstone. "Mum waited on both of us to regenerate, she waited so long that I think something inside her must've broke somewhere. She's fine now, don't get me wrong but there are times that whatever comes back and I see it in her eyes. She gets lost in her sadness and sometimes it's hard for me to bring her back but I do. I wish you were here with us now, I miss you so much. All the things I wanted us to do, all the things I wanted to show you, all the things we were meant to do as father and son." Lifting his forehead, his fingers traced over the name 'James Elam Saxon' as he lightly chuckled. "Keeping Saxon was your mum's idea, telling the world I was the misunderstood and always blamed twin brother for everything Harold did. I knew what Harold did because guess what: I was Harold." He sat back and looked at the tombstone. "Missy is no longer around, I nipped that in the bud in a BIG hurry. Sometimes I wonder if she was really me or not, who knows and who cares she's gone now. What would be funny is if the Doctor went girl, oh that would be hilarious to see!" He looked up in the sky at the burning sun. "Part of me is glad you're not here though, the Doctor has set into motion something that can't be undone. A universal apocalypse is headed our way; mum and I are trying to get to the others before it happens. I wish I had a way to move you somewhere safe, somewhere where I could still come and have our chats but where that would be I don't know. I miss you so much and it hurts me so bad that I survived and you didn't. I would change that if I could, I would bring you back and let me go on ... but then that wouldn't be right either. I have seen your mum without me in her life, thinking I am dead and it scared me. It scared me for her because she became so sad, so depressed, so lost that she almost took her life. Yea, mum was bad enough to try and kill herself. People got to her and took her in, tried to help her all they could but even they had a hard time holding onto her. When I got there, it was almost too late ... but I made it. I got her back and I swore I would never let her go again but what did I do: I left like I always did, forgetting the vow I had made to her. Of course she let me come back, she always lets me come back and I can never hold her enough, love her enough, to make up for it but I try." Leaning over, he blew on a ring around the tombstone as flowers bloomed. "Goodbye my son, I love you always and I miss you more than I can ever put into words." Rising from the ground, he dusted himself off and walked away.