The Valeyard blinked his eyes. He was in pain. His mouth ached, his jaw ached, and there was the taste and smell of blood everywhere. He didn't see the ceiling of his sleeping quarters, he saw the ceiling to the infirmary. What he didn't see was the Master in his table. Two guards, lying on the floor. One, he could tell, was still alive. What the hell had happened? And why was there a scalpel in his hand?