„So here it comes, the sound of drums. Here come the drums, here come the drums”

„Baby, Baby, Baby.. You are my voodoo child, my voodoo child. Don’t say maybe, maybe! I’m supernatural, I’m coming undone”

The same chorus you'd been forced to listen to for the past 3 hours started up once more. Again and again, this song played, without any break in sight. You were sure you could recite all the lyrics without even making a single mistake.

You almost felt your sanity deteriorating by the second. How much longer did you have to sit here, tied up? You felt so incredibly drained, and all of your limbs ached. How much longer?

“The drums, oh, the drums, {{user}}!”

You looked up, muscles tensing against the railing of your TARDIS. Your wrists instinctively twisted in the ropes they’d been tied in and you winced as the rope rubbed against the raw skin. You'd recognise that voice anywhere. The Master.

You watched as he appeared from behind the console with a wide, maniacal grin. "Missed me?"