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His mind began to fog and he felt a strange tingling. The crystal seemed to dominate his vision, and he had trouble focusing on anything else. He tried to put the crystal down, but realized he was frozen in place. He realized that somehow, some sort of psychic signal was being sent to him, and the crystal had picked it up. As this was happening, he did not panic, but rather pulled his mind back and analyzed it rationally. In a way, he was almost glad of this danger, because it was something to take his mind off his problems.

Obviously, during his confused state, he would have been more vulnerable to mental intrusion. Even so, however, he could hardly have anticipated something like this. Even after the damage Compassion had taken, he was rather surprised that any signal could penetrate her shields like this. And he was even more surprised that any such signal could be so strong as to reach from whatever parallell world it was coming from to here within the Slipgate system.

Gradually, an image began to form in his mind, so vivid that it blocked out everything around him.. He saw a fleet of small ships which looked like they were made of black glass and whose shape twisted and bulged in a way that seemed almost organic. They were sending down beams of light to a planet below. The rays did not seem menacing, but everything they touched vanished. The objects gradually faded and then sparkled into nothingness. Incongruously, he thought of that "Star Trek" show and the strange realities that mirrored it, and the "transporters" they used. Behind where the ships had been, new weapons and soldiers appeared, and they marched forward and ravaged the planet beneath. Were these soldiers transmatted down from the ship, he wondered, or were they formed from the matter that had been disintigrated on the surface? Somehow, as he saw the ships move ever onwards, he knew that this was the enemy of whom Silverhand had spoken.

He then saw a city, made of shining metal and with hover vehicles flying through and above its streets, yet with gothic, primitive architecture. Dominating the city was a large palace, the most futuristic and gothic of all, terrible and beautiful. He then saw a desert landscape, and a tower floating sixty feet in the air above the desert. He saw a room, and sheets of paper cluttered with arcane magical symbols--or were they alien mathematical symbols? In the center was a woman, regal and beautiful, with dark skin and dark hair. She was in the center of the room, her eyes closed, her hands on a crystalline apparatus that looked like a much larger version of Gareth's own. He felt a flash of Time Lord coordinates in his mind, and then the signal blacked out. The world came into focus around him, but then blurred away. He screamed in terror, but somehow it felt like it wasn't him screaming. Then, there was dizziness, the thud of his body hitting the floor, and blackness.

All around the Servitors, there was darkness, but they didn't care, because they had no eyes. Light disrupted their functions somewhat, and having eyes just made it worse. They did not need them, the Ship and their Coordinators directed them.

They could feel the Ship's anticipation as it closed in on the TARDIS. They did not feel any anticipation themselves. They had no emotions or free wills, unlike the Coordinators or Operatives. They merely destroyed.

The TARDIS was damaged. It carried the mark of their Enemy, the Blue Faction. The Ship had not damaged it, they did not know how it had been damaged. But it had proven a lucky coincidence indeed.

The Ship's orders rang through their minds. They would not attack just yet. The TARDIS was bound for the City of Truth, and the City was yet to strong to attack. But other ships would be signaled. Soon, a fleet would gather, and the City would fall, and with it, the TARDIS. And with the TARDIS would die the last hope of the Blue Faction.

Lord Frederigo D'Honaire, called Fred Two, paced anxiously outside the Zero Room as he waited for Compassion to land. The corridor outside the Zero Room was not that of a typical TARDIS, as this mysterious Silverhand had changed things considerably. It seemed a fairly typical medieval hallway, with gray stone and wooden doors. There was one exception, and that was the door to the zero room. It was clear, and Frederigo could see Gareth floating in the center of the spare, empty room. Just outside the door was Belinda Three, watching anxiously. Alone in his room, Gareth had screamed and fallen to the floor. He had now fallen into some sort of coma. Hopefully, there would be someone in Logopolis who could cure him.

Probably, by now, Compassion had almost reached Logopolis. Fred tried to remember the history of the city. Like all things about Eternal Champion history, Logopolis was very complicated. It was a city inhabited by mathematicians whose calculations kept the universe from dying. It had been destroyed in the Doctor's original timeline, but the Eternal Champion Dr. Who had altered things so that it was not. They were going there because, after the destruction of Compassion's Gallifrey (which had been destroyed even before her universe was), there was no place else that could repair a type 103 TARDIS like Compassion.

At the moment, he was no longer numb, or sad. The only emotion that remained in him was grim resignation, as grim as the cold grey stone of the walls. He knew what he had to do. The beings they were fighting had destroyed countless worlds, including his own. And they had already killed the woman he had loved. Frederigo would have his revenge. He would make sure the enemy was destroyed, at any cost.

1. Meanwhile, Compassion arrived at Logopolis.

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