The doctor slowly turned slowly not wanting to anger the Major, he had seen his oldest son angry before and dint like it. His son was far too much like his mother in that respect, slowly and calmly as he could he turned. His face betraying nothing of the terror in his hearts, unlike himself or his mother his oldest son was a warrior handpicked from the academe and trained by the best throughout time and space.
The blue box disappeared from his sight as he turned, as he turned his face became a wash with surprise he wasn't facing just the Major that would have been too easy behind the Major was a full regiment of Time Lord Centurions, there crimson tunics and trousers offsetting the silver lining of their capes the silver piping of there and decoration of their tunics and there crimson helmets and black boots. The Major being an officer his was red and gold, what surprised the doctor more was the fact that the shining city of Gallifrey was almost completely rebuilt.
One word alone escaped the doctor's lips
"How?" the question although weakly spoken in a shocked whisper was loud enough for the Major to hear "I should have been able to sense survivors especially if they were my own blood"
The whirring stopped as the Major placed his side arm in its holster. He looked in his father's eyes betraying no emotion
"I always have a backup plan father or did all the years of loosening to me at chess do nothing to educate you to my intelligence"
The doctor remembered back to when he was a mere two hundred year old man he just chosen his name and he was playing against his son for the six hundredth time and lousing again, and he was supposed to be the one of the greatest minds of the age. His son was real chips of the old block except for his eyes though they were his mothers.
The doctor looked to the face of his son still as handsome as he ever was, being one of the few lucky time lords who was never hurt enough for him to regenerate during the war. He looked like a younger version of his first regeneration all though's years ago, like his first regeneration who was a grouchy pessimistic man his son was also cold and brutal with an ability to completely shut off his compassions something that he could not and even if he could would not do.
"Come with me now father you are to go before the council" he said looking at the abject terror that came over his father.
In the doctors mind he was visualising Rassilion and the rest of the counsel's insane plan to end all time.
"You are taking me to my execution if Rassilion has his way and with the full council" he said in a hushed whisper
"Rassilion that insane dictator is time locked where he belongs in hell along with those other monsters that the war created, no you are going before the new council" he gestured of him to come with him. Side by side they walked through the rebuilt road all around the city destroyed Dalek war ships and outer casing was being harvested for the rebuilding project.
"How did you survive son?" he asked "please tell me I need to know" his voice slipping into his tenth regeneration for a mere moment
"It will all become clear very soon"