It is said that in the final days of planet Earth, everyone had bad dreams. To the west of the north of that world, the human race did gather, in the celebration of a pagan rite to banish the cold and the dark. Each and everyone of those people had dreamt of the terrible things to come, but they forgot … because they must. They forgot their nightmares of fire and war and insanity. They forgot, except for one...
And so it came to pass on Christmas Day, that the human race did cease to exist. But even then, the Master had no concept of his role in greater events. For this was far more than humanity's end! This was the day upon which the whole of creation would change forever! This was the day... the Time Lords returned. For Gallifrey! … For victory! … For the end of Time itself!
I will not die! Do you hear me?! A billion years of Time Lord history riding on our backs! I will not let this perish. I will not!
Now the High Council of Time Lords must vote. Whether we die here, today, or return to the waking world and complete the Ultimate Sanction. For this is the hour when either Gallifrey falls, or… Gallifrey rises!
The vote is taken. Only two stand against, and will stand as monument to their shame, like the Weeping Angels of old. Now the vanguard stands prepared, as the children of Gallifrey return to the universe - to Earth!
My Lord Doctor. Lord Master. We are gathered for the end.