‘The Doctor did it - somehow,’ Damon looked up from his computer console, smiling as he did, ‘The anti-matter source is gone. Omega must have been destroyed.’
‘Unfortunate, wretched creature,’ Borusa sighed. ‘My only hope is that he has found peace at last.’
A deep brooding silence set up residence in the Gallifreyan computer room. All eyes went to the President as he sat, staring into an unimaginable distance as he saw the inevitable unfold before his eyes. Borusa watched, a helpless spectator, watched as he saw the end of his planet, courtesy of the Matrix. The vision left him, but the President still did not move. He sat, silently planning to save his planet from its fate. Borusa’s eyes burned with determination. He knew what he must do.
He rose quickly, and the others mimicked the action respectfully, concern in their eyes.
The President paced towards the door, and turned to face the Castellan before he reached it.
‘Find Maxil,’ the President ordered and the Castellan bowed slightly, showing his understanding. ‘Bring him to me. I shall be in my quarters. I need time to think.’
Borusa left the computer room, hastily followed by the Castellan.
Damon went back to his computer as Thalia and Zorac looked at each other in wonder.