Literature
Doctor Who: Returns Pt Four
The Master knelt trembling on the floor of the TARDIS. His hands clasped over his ears and his eyes tightly shut as he listened in a terrified desperation to the painful absence of those oh so familiar drums.
All his life they'd plagued him like a virulent disease, spreading through his life and his mind like a cancer that consumed him in darkness and drove him away from his own people, and now, suddenly, they were gone and he longed for them, like a beast frightened by its sudden freedom longs for its cage. That dreaded sound of drums had left him terrified and alone.
He felt the Doctor's hand on his shoulder but he didn'
