The Doctor's mouth opened, but nothing was uttered, only a silent cry as he felt the link open between the two Time Lords. The drums were certainly there, pounding and reverberating through everything he knew. Each dormant regeneration of his could hear them and it made everyone so angry.

Broken memories swarmed and leaked from every crack, like loud radio noise as the Doctor edged his way towards where the Master had to be. And exactly like radio noise, the Doctor's form flickered through various regenerations, never lingering longer than a minute before fading into another version. Despite being determined, when the Doctor finally held on to his form, he would be only a boy, desperate eyes focused upon the Master.

"Make it stop!"