Zara padded into the conference room quietly, dressed in a pair of blue pyajamas of The Doctor's that The Master allowed her to scavenge from the TARDIS.

"Tomorrow, they launch." She called to The Doctor nervously, moving over to him as he sat in a cage at the other end of the room. "We're opening up a rift in the Braccatolian space. They won't see us coming. Kinda scary."

"Then stop." The Doctor begged.

"The Master says once the empire is established and there's a new Gallifrey in the heavens, maybe then… it stops." She gulped, looking at The Doctor. "He keeps going on about the drumming. The never-ending drumbeat. Ever since he was a child, apparently. He looked into the vortex. That's when it "chose him". The drumming, the call to war."

"It's only him."

"Good." She laughed quietly before immediately sobering, gulping.