Harry Saxon is a name, a name he cooked up for no reason. It sounded good, the rythm of it; Har-old Sax-on. He could fit it with the drums. It's a trustful name, too. Easy to fool earthlings with. Very easy. And he and Lucy, the poor little girl he picked up from Cambridge and warped into his 'companion', they'll watch, and wait, and conquer, until he can beat the doctor once and for all, in a glorious battle. A very glorious battle. So there he goes. They'll win. Together. Him and the drums, and Harry, conquering for all.