Snowglobe

In his hand, he held a small water-filled dome. A tiny sculptured city lay inside it, covered in snow. 'It‘s called a snowstorm, Doctor,‘ he said. 'All I have to do is shake it and watch what happens.‘ The Toymaker shook the dome vigorously and the snow whipped up and around, then fell back on the city. 'Recognise it?‘

The Doctor snorted as if disinterested, then took a look.

'The Capitol...'

'That‘s right, Doctor. Your home on Gallifrey. Oh, and look who has come for a visit.‘

The Doctor saw a tiny, minuscule figure pop into existence and start to move. He stared hard and, after a few seconds, recognised it.

'Millennia...'

'Oh, so it is,‘ laughed the Toymaker and shook the snowstorm again. 'Now, that‘ll be bad enough for anyone, Doctor, but, should you refuse to play...‘ He drew back his arm as if to dash the snowstorm against a tree.

'All right,‘ snapped the Doctor. 'And if I win? Do we go home?‘

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Divided Loyalties, Round 2, Chapter 2