At that moment, the Valeyard barged in, all drama and cloak and smugness.

Thomas moved protectively in front of Alryssa. He knew she could take care of herself, but he wanted to make sure nonetheless. The Doctors moved to the front, putting themselves between the Valeyard and the rest of the partygoers.

There was an uneasy silence.

Tension filled the air.

“Sorry,” said one of the partygoers meekly. “I had buryani.”

The sixth Doctor coughed. “So what is this all about, Graveyard?” he demanded. “Who’s really behind this?”

The Valeyard pulled a crystal from his robe with a flourish.

The fourth Doctor rolled his eyes.

“Master, I have them all here…”

Inside the crystal globe was a familiar face.

Eloise groaned.

Alryssa’s eyes widened.

Thomas narrowed his eyes.

All the Doctors said as one: “The Black Guardian!”

“But why work for him?” asked Thomas, incredulous. “He’s a loser!”

The Valeyard looked stumped for a moment.

“I like the way he dresses – except for the bird. That bird needs to go. Maybe replace it with you…” The Valeyard glared at Donald.

“Meep!” Donald ducked behind Fitz.

Fitz hid behind the fifth Doctor.

“Of course – the Black Guardian, bringer of darkness… the only person who would gain the destruction of Cyberspace and Rad-wah!” realised the second Doctor.

The Valeyard laughed evilly. “And now I shall destroy you, you meddling, fun-loving dolts!”

He raised his hands, ready for the coup d’etat…