"Do you ever have the feeling you're being watched?" asked the Doctor of himself. "I'm having that feeling right now. The problem is, of course, to find out who is watching me..." He swerved around, suddenly. "...And send them back home again."

 The foe laughed. "Not expecting me, were you, Doctor? You never have. You left me stranded all those years ago."

 "I did what I had to."

 "You do a lot of that lately."

 The Doctor twitched uneasily. "What was that language you were speaking? Surely not Old High Gallifreyan?"

 "No, no. Something infinitely deeper. The Ancient Language of Time, Before Time."

 "That's a forbidden language, and you know it! Why do you speak it now?" The Doctor began to pace around his adversary, as if interrogating a criminal.

 "It's the native language of someone I know."

 "What?"

 "Come, Doctor."

 The Doctor followed his foe, through the greenery and grass of the jungle, and eventually arrived in front of a large rock...bigger than the others, but not overly so.

 The villain turned his key in the door, and led the Doctor into the rock. As he entered, the Time Lord could immediately tell something was wrong. But what...?

 Then it dawned. "You have a Chronovore. You have defied the Laws of Time and captured a Chronovore!"

 She ate time. Great, gulping amounts of it...sucking it through her teeth and swallowing it down her throat. It was sweet, and cool, like cream. Bitter, with an aftertaste, like blood.

 She had been tricked by blood. Eternal blood. And now she was slave to a man who knew not the danger of harnessing Time. He would suffer for that, in Time.

 "That's somewhat apparent."

 "_Your_ Time, really...I've just been having fun bothering you with the Land of Fiction."

 "Oh, were you behind that, then?"

 The villain smiled slightly, as if half-agreeing and half-disagreeing.

 "And why are you here?" asked the Doctor, suddenly. "What purpose do these people serve in your great scheme?"

 "If they continue along this path of influence, they will become very, very powerful. They'll overthrow countless civilizations...the Humans, the Daleks, the Time Lords."

 "The Time Lords? Hah! Delusions of grandeur; nothing else."

 "I beg to differ, Doctor. I am an extremely level-headed man."

 "Always meddling."

 "Why yes, Doctor." The villain smiled. "That's what I do. Life becomes tiring, otherwise, when you're a Monk."

 To Be Continued