TARDIS Communication Network

Right. I'm sure the Doctor has everything under control. But is there anything the rest of you need? I could use something to do.

An electronic crackling sound resonates throughout the communications network, interrupting anything people might have been doing, watching or listening to. The sound continues, quieter this time. And then another sound follows. Like... finger nails, tapping on a metallic surface. Four beats... then four again, gradually getting louder and louder. Another sound chimed in, this time... laughter. Just as the tapping had grown in volume, so too did the laughter, soft at first, becoming more and more insane. Manic, chilling... terrifying. It told stories of fear, bitterness, vengeance. Sang songs of sanities betrayal and insanities jagged embrace. There was terror in that cackle, those twisted tones.

Suddenly, the banging grew louder. It was almost deafening and then... it suddenly stopped.

"The drums.... They never left, Doctor...." he said calmly. It was as if he were standing incredibly close to whatever recording device he was using to transmit the message, that old fashioned hum in the background.... and a gentle tapping in beats of four. "Ooooh you were clever, weren't you...." he smiled smugly, darkly. "You used me. And I fell for it.... Falling back into the time lock with that... Insane buffoon! You almost got rid of me but it looks like I have been saved!" That twisted laughter returned, this time softer. "And so here we are... Again. Oh, don't be shy, I know you're here...." his voice trailed off, changing tone dramatically. "The presence is strong. It's been too long, hasn't it? Oh come now, I know there can't be just one of you. And if that is the case, I know you're in trouble. And isn't that just...." he paused and sighed happily. "Beautiful!" he said blissfully. And with that he started to laugh again.

"This is just.... too easy...." he paused. "Oh and one more thing" he said thoughtfully. "I'm... rather hungry. I wonder if you know what that means... When I find a way out of this room, I will get what I want, one way or another" His voice carried warning, danger. He was not joking, not by a long shot. The Master was on board now.... Drums and all.