Chapter 2: The Invitation
"Something troubling you, Doctor?"
The Doctor snapped out of his trance. Rose was gazing at him, worried. They were in the control room of the TARDIS.
"Hmmm?"
"I said: is there anything wrong?"
"No, nothing. Just thinking."
"About what?" she pressed.
"Er… when we saw the Face of Boe at the hospital on New Earth."
"What do you think he meant when he was supposed to tell you a secret?" Rose was looking puzzled.
"I don't know" came the reply, more to the Doctor than Rose herself.
A high- pitched buzz came from the controls of the TARDIS. The signal for a transmission. Rose got up and activated it. The Doctor was aware of someone talking. The Face of Boe. Something he wanted to tell him. His trails of thought lead him back to the Time War. He was the only survivor. Or was he? He got up suddenly. It all fitted. The Face wanted to tell him, he was not-
"Doctor!" Rose called from the controls
"What is it, Rose?"
"This guy wants to talk to you."
"Ok"
He went over to the image. And yelled.
"Hello, Doctor," it said, "Long time, no see."
"What do you want?" the Doctor snarled. "I thought you were dead".
"So did I. But I looked death and spat in its eye. Be at the Taj Mahal in half an hour, year 1997. We're having a little party. See you there."
The transmission ended. The Doctor looked up. Rose was shocked to see a tear roll down his cheek.
"The Face of Boe wanted to tell me that I'm not the only survivor of the Time War. There was another." He said, swallowing.
"Who was he?" Rose asked.
"He was a Time Lord, by the name of the Master."