The Agent sat down. "And that's all of the people you killed." He quipped.

The Doctor held his head in his hands. He was sickened. Every time he let someone die, every sin he'd ever committed, someone knew. And someone was having it read out to him. He stood up.

"Agent Marcus," He said, sounding dejected. "You're my executioner, but tell me. Who's my judge? My jury? Just tell me."

Marcus sighed. "I suppose I'd better tell you. It was Rassilon. All of it. Always him. The rest of the time lords have been promised a fair trial, but I'll tell you now, you aren't getting one. You're staying in this cell until you die. He seemed to think it was crueller than killing you. I'll be here, most of the time. Although if you do successfully escape, I'll be condemned to wander the time vortex, so swings and roundabouts, eh?"

The Doctor shook his head. "Stupid, vindictive Rassilon," He moaned. "Always letting his feelings get in the way. Or is that me? Look, Mister Agent, tell me how to escape, Because god knows how long it'll be before the Paradoxes mess everything up and the time lords start to do as they see fit. Then everything I've ever done will all have been for nothing, The Master, River, The Daleks, The Silence, The Angels, do I really need to go on?"

Marcus chuckled. "I suppose you don't, I've got it all on file. I can be very resourceful when the timelords need me to be." The Doctor groaned. "So, that's how you found out I was the Other, then?" He said, expecting to be right.

The Agent shook his head. "Everyone knows you're the Other. They found one of your artefacts in the Time Vortex. Surely you remember it, hm? The one that held the Time Lock in place?" Shock was rarely an expression that came across the face of the doctor, but it had become more common lately. Now the Doctor was more shocked than ever. "Okay," He gasped. "Don't panic. Rassilon has the Right Arm of the Other. This is bad. This is very, very bad. Catastrophic." His breathing became heavy. He started to shake. He grabbed Agent Marcus by the shoulders. "How do I get out?!" He yelled furiously.

Agent Marcus calmly lifted The Doctor's hands off of him. "Bad Wolf Bay," He explained, "Is your prison. It is your personal hell. Something you never let go of." The Doctor shook his head and laughed hysterically. "I gave up on all of that years and years ago. It's ancient history, I moved on and I've let it go." He said insistently.

"No!" Shouted The Agent. "You never let it go, you only forgot! Drowned it in a sack and pushed it to the back of your mind where no one else could find it! Well I tell you this now, Doctor. If you don't leave it all behind now, you'll be carrying that baggage and you'll never ever escape from here. Is that clear?"

Once again, The Doctor sat against the TARDIS. Suddenly, the wind became a lot faster. "You mean all I have to do…" He began. "…If I want to escape…" The cliffs started to blur and melt into the ground. "I have to, what's the word…" The Ocean disappeared and gave way to yellow sand. The sky lost its shade of dark gray and became blue. The sun rose in an instant.

"Forget."

Bad Wolf Bay. Gone, disappeared in an instant by willpower alone. Agent Marcus smiled at the Doctor. "Well done, Doctor. You've made it out, into Har-Koth and the desert of repentance, and now they come for us." The Doctor smiled his normal smile. "Then let them come. How much time have we got?" He asked, as confident as he always was. The Agent reached into his jacket and began pulling out an impossibly long rope. The Doctor laughed. "What am I supposed to hang myself from?"

Marcus sighed. "Don't make me laugh, Prisoner. We've got an hour at most before the council of Gallifrey notice there's something wrong. Tie this around your spacecraft because you're going to pull it. It won't move under its own power, but I know of a hole in the Time Vortex we can push it into, give it a Jumpstart. If we hurry, we can make it without Rassilon ever noticing."

The Doctor listened intently, but had other priorities. "Your jacket…" He noted, pointing at the Agent. "How does it hold so much?"

Marcus smiled. "Bigger on the inside."