I practically run into the stone chamber where the prophecy is carved. Naufal enters next, with the Doctor right behind him.
As soon as the Doctor walks in, he crumples to the ground and screams. He thrashes around on the ground. I, too, hurt, but I'm used to it now.
Naufal helps him up, and he shakes his head.
"That's funny," says the Doctor. "An extraterrestrial rock that hurts you. Well, there's a first to everything, I suppose."
I hold up a torch to the second stanza of the prophecy.
"That's funny," I exclaim. "This stanza has a title. 'Hello Sweetie'."
The Doctor laughs.
"Yep, definitely River."
We lean in and begin to read the prophecies next stanza.
Hello Sweetie,
I knew you would come.
Things you may find,
are rather gruesome,
Though the troubles have just begun.
For the man of the drums,
is soon to arrive.
"That's it?" I complain. "Who's the man of the drums?"
"The Master is dead."
"The Master? The Master of what?"
"The Master died. He died. HE DIED!"
Naufal steps up.
"Perhaps we should read the next stanza."
The Doctor massages his brow.
"Yes, yes. I suppose we could."