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Wilf: They've gone, then? Good-oh. If you could let me out?
The Doctor: Yeah...
Wilf: Only, this thing seems to be making a bit of a noise...
The Doctor: The Master left the nuclear bolt running. It's gone into overload.
Wilf: And that's bad, then, is it?
The Doctor: No, because the excess radiation gets vented inside there. Vinvocci glass. Contains it. All 500,000 rads, about to flood that thing.
Wilf: Oh... well you'd better let me out then!
The Doctor: Except it's gone critical. Touch one control, and it floods. Even this would set it off.
Wilf: I'm sorry.
The Doctor: Sure.
Wilf: Look, just leave me.
The Doctor:OK, right, then, I will. Because you just had to go in there, didn't you? You had to go and get stuck, oh yes! Because that's who you are, Wilfred! You were always this. Waiting for me all this time!
Wilf: Oh, really, just leave me. I'm an old man, Doctor, I've had my time.
The Doctor: You see now!? That's what they were planning, in the final days of the War. I had to stop them!
The Master: Then, take me with you, Lord President. Let me ascend into glory!
Rassilon:You are diseased! Albeit a disease of our own making. No more...
Rassilon: Choose your enemy well. We are many; the Master is but one.
Rassilon: The final act of your life is murder. But which one of us?
The Doctor:Get out of the way.The link is broken. Back into the Time War, Rassilon.Back into hell!
The Visionary:Gallifrey falling! Gallifrey falls!
Rassilon: You die with me, Doctor!
The Master:Get out of the way.
Wilfred: But you said, you were told "He will knock four times" and then you die. Well, that's him, isn't it? The Master. That noise in his head? The Master is going to kill you...
The Doctor: Yeah...
Wilfred: ...then kill him first.
The Doctor: And that's how the Master started. It's not that I'm an innocent. I've taken lives. I got worse, I got clever. Manipulated people into taking their own. Sometimes, I think a Time Lord lives too long...
Rassilon: Now the High Council of Time Lords must vote whether we die here today, or return to the waking world and complete the Ultimate Sanction. For this is the hour when either Gallifrey falls, or Gallifrey rises!
Time Lords: GALLIFREY RISES!
Rassilon: Gallifrey rises!
Rassilon: The approach begins.
The Master: Approach of what!?
The Doctor: Something is returning, don't you ever listen!? That was the prophecy: not someone, something!
The Master: What is it!?
The Doctor: They're not just bringing back the species... it's Gallifrey! Right here, right now!
The Master: But, this is fantastic, isn't it? The Time Lords restored!
The Doctor: You weren't there, in the final days of the War. You never saw what was born. But if the Time Lock's broken, then everything's coming through! Not just the Daleks, but the Skaro Degradations, the Horde of Travesties, the Nightmare Child, the Could-Have-Been-King with his army of Meanwhiles and Never-weres;the War turned into Hell! And that's what you've opened right above the Earth! Hell is descending!
The Master:My kind of world.
The Doctor: Just listen, cos even the Time Lords can't survive that!
Rassilon: We will initiate the Final Sanction. The End of Time will come at my hand. The rupture will continue until it rips the Time Vortex apart!
The Doctor: Don't you dare!
Wilfred: Alright, I'll try not to!
The Doctor: But I was told: "He will knock four times". That was the prophecy: knock four times and then...
Wilfred: Yeah, but I thought, when I saw you before, your people could change like your whole body...
The Doctor: I can still die. If I'm killed before regeneration, then I'm dead. Even then, even if I change, it feels like dying. Everything I am dies. Some new man goes sauntering away... and I'm dead.
Narrator: And so it came to pass that the players took their final places, making ready the events that were to come. The madman, sat in his empire of dust and ashes, little knowing of the glory he would achieve, while his saviour looked upon the wilderness, in the hope of changing his inevitable fate. Far away, the idiots and fools dreamt of a shining new future... a future now doomed to never happen. As Earth rolled onwards into night, the people of that world did sleep, and shiver, somehow knowing that dawn would bring only one thing...
Narrator: ...The final day!
Wilfred: What is it? What have you done, you monster?
The Master: Oh, I’m sorry, are you talking to me? Or to me? Or to me? Or to me? Or to us? Breaking news. I’m everyone. And everyone in the world is me! I'm President. President of the United States! Look at me! Oh! Financial solution... deleted!
Original Master: The human race was always your favourite, Doctor. But now, there is no human race. There is only... the Master race!
Narrator: And so it came to pass on Christmas Day, that the human race did cease to exist. But even then, the Master had no concept of his role in greater events. For this was far more than humanity's end! This was the day upon which the whole of creation would change forever!
Rassilon: This was the day... the Time Lords returned. For Gallifrey!
Time Lords: For Gallifrey!
Rassilon: For victory!
Time Lords: For victory!
Rassilon: For the end of Time itself!
Time Lords: For the end of Time itself!