"It was beautiful," the Doctor said. "Not like this. This place is burned and broken. Chunks of green grass they probably pulled straight out of Earth next to the red grass from home. They don't know if creatures will survive here and they don't care. This place is a jigsaw of everything they think will hurt someone."

He stepped gingerly over a decapitated creature lying in the path, leaning down briefly to pick up the spear from its clawed grasp. Whatever did the decapitating appeared to be long gone, but he wasn't going to take any risks.

"Ten billion years of absolute power, Jack. It went to their heads. They thought they were gods."