The Web of your time is stretched to breaking. Background is leaking like a sieve. In the Citadel of Gallifrey, the Time Lords fear the finish of everything that’s, everything that was… everything that will be. The Doctor keeps the Time Lords’ only hope – but exactly what what measures will the Celestial Treatment Agency go to in their attempts to get something essential from within his TARDIS? What provides caused Imperiatrix Romanadvoratrelundar to declare war on the others of creation? And may an old nursey rhyme in regards to a monster known as Zagreus really be coming accurate? The answers can only be found beyond your bounds of the universe itself, in a place that background forgot. In the wastegrounds of eternity. In the Neverland.