“True what is real? Am I real? are you real? Is this place real?” Knocks on the glass testing it as if he really wasn’t certain it was real “sounds real…feels real” He chuckled but it wasn’t a happy one it was a kind of distressed one “A Time Lord in a cage would you ever see the day?” Gently he rose up forwards leaning into the smooth surface, the glass being the only thing keeping from touching. It was as if he was reaching out but was unable to “ ….I am called many things…the Beast….the scourge of a thousand worlds…the berserker…Death incarnate and mad… Lord Theta of The New United Kingdom…. No…no…not anymore…. Doctors help people…cure them, I killed…killed an entire world…I was suppose to have died too…”