Los Angeles. So... sunny. "Wretched," muttered the Master, with a casual stride from his TARDIS ( Read more... )

The Doctor leaned slightly against his TARDIS, observing the other ships, the widely varied people milling about. He'd taken to doing so, simply watching this new environment, so the behaviour was hardly conspicuous ( Read more... )

Master...

Oh my Master. How I've failed you.

Master, we need to talk.

( Private transmission to the Master. )

It was the time and place arranged for them to meet. The Master waited at the bar nursing a glass of wine. His eyes were watchful, waiting for the Rani's puppy.

How easy it had been to trick the fool into meeting. That boded well. It would be just as easy to bend the boy to his will.

Mike walked into the bar. As soon as he saw the Master he knew ( Read more... )

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The Master landed right across from Sarah Jane's house. His TARDIS chameleon circuit disguised the ship as an ordinary tree ( Read more... )

( Private communication for Catherine. )