[The Master is lying sideways in his red plush TARDIS armchair, looking bored. At a rumbling sound, he looks up sharply, and around the side of the chair. On the other side of the control room, the extravagant double doors that ought to lead out of the TARDIS swing open, revealing a wall of dirt, that collapses and begins to flow into the room.
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Think that might deserve a medal.
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This place really likes to twist with your head. But at least you weren't injured this time.
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Did I not tell you?
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I would have chosen the roots of a tree. The gardens, perhaps.
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God. Are you okay?
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Yes, I'm fine. A little bit messy, and tired, but fine. That's the City for you.
[A pause, thoughtful.]
Do you still need my help? Or have you begun to remember anything on your own, given the time?
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I've remembered a few things. Not much, though. I could safely say I could use your help.
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Ah, well, it could have been worse, really. There could have been a corpse in the way.
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