Another Master On Board
The Master dressed in his personal quarters on the Valiant, leaving... hell, he couldn't keep their names straight! - leaving his shag-of-the-day sprawled in the bed as he strode out the door, straightening his tie.
But this wasn't the corridor. It was a TARDIS console room. And not the Doctor's dear little Type 40 TARDIS, either. This was far more state of the art.
Not understanding what was happening or how the Time Lords had managed to hunt him down - the Doctor had said they were all dead, the liar! - he turned back to the door almost frantically, tugging on it, but it wouldn't open.
He turned around again, facing the empty console room, then, gathering his courage, stepped a few more paces in.
"Hello?" he called tentatively. But the lack of any answer tripped his temper and his face contorted with rage. "What do you want with me?!" he shouted.
But this wasn't the corridor. It was a TARDIS console room. And not the Doctor's dear little Type 40 TARDIS, either. This was far more state of the art.
Not understanding what was happening or how the Time Lords had managed to hunt him down - the Doctor had said they were all dead, the liar! - he turned back to the door almost frantically, tugging on it, but it wouldn't open.
He turned around again, facing the empty console room, then, gathering his courage, stepped a few more paces in.
"Hello?" he called tentatively. But the lack of any answer tripped his temper and his face contorted with rage. "What do you want with me?!" he shouted.