I was a Time Lord once...I think.

I used to love them...or did I?

He says they are just dreams...but I'm not sure.

All I'm sure of is the Chaos.

The planet screamed as it tore itself apart, brightening the darkness of space for a few seconds.

Dust flew, urged on by the waves of destruction that pushed their way outwards.

In a distant part of this particular system, far away from the dangers of the dying world a small craft hovered.

Inside the craft a figure sat at one of the screens and watched as numbers flowed across the screen.

A small smile flitted across the figures face and he tapped at a keyboard, and the figures on the screen began to slow down.

"Come and look at this," the figure said.

Another figure stopped what he was doing and moved over to where the other figure was sitting.

The figure, who was considerably older than the other looked at the numbers as they moved down.

"Excellent, it's more powerful than I thought, well done, I think this calls for a celebration. Leave this for tonight, we'll return to base and make dinner for eight."

The other figure nodded and switched off the screen.

The older man moved towards the door.

"Bring my jacket will you," he said.

The other figure nodded and as he walked towards the door he picked up a white coat that was sitting on a chair, along with his own pinstriped one.