LOOSE ENDS
"Now," Borusa said briskly. "To business."
The Time Lords around the conference table nodded.
"I have created some plans for the rebuilding of the Capitol. If you will observe…"
"A moment, Cardinal," A young Time Lord raised his hand. "What is the Lord President's position?"
Borusa opened his mouth before he realized. The Doctor had won the election. The Doctor had become President.
The Doctor was no longer on Gallifrey.
Borusa gritted his teeth. He'd done it again.
*
The Doctor settled into his chair, put his feet up on the console, sipped his cup of tea and grinned triumphantly.