"Don't be accusatory; I wasn't going to let the crack be. Land, poke around, seal it up while I left." His TARDIS can do that, at least--the Maestro can't quite recall if the Doctor's was that advanced. It was always a bit of a clunker. "Besides, how was I supposed to know there were bloody Cybermen on the other side?"

But then he stops--stops and stares. "A couple regenerations. A couple." The Maestro can feel his rage building, knows that it'll be a matter of minutes until the shock ends and the fury takes over.