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Doctor Who: The End of Time (pt.1), The Master, the drums scream
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When he made it to Earth, as this incarnation, this Harold Saxon, there was no escape. They screamed in his head, leaving him with the inability to think, to plan. To do anything. He felt crazy, he felt out of control. They flooded his sleep and encompassed his life. They screamed at him constantly until he saw how to fix it.
He started to plan then.
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