The Master paces around the lobby of the Inn, occasionally reaching out and touching things, tapping out a very specific rhythm with his fingers every time he does.

Dah-dah-dah-DUM. Dah-dah-dah-DUM. Dah-dah-dah-DUM.It had been silent in his head. Deafeningly silent, impossibly silent, ever since Lucy shot him and he died in the Doctor's arms ( Read more... )

Here, Inn, have one Grace Holloway. She's smiling so wide and, if anything, she comes in practically glowing. Her eyes are closed and she takes a deep breath. She had met a wonderful man, they were walking through a park and oh, he kissed her!

When she opens her eyes, they widen.

This... this is certainly not the park ( Read more... )

Well boys and girls, he has finally returned ( Read more... )

Molokov has just come in from the cold. It's not the same as wandering around Izmailovsky Park, but since the Inn will not let him leave, it's the closest he can get.

Do feel free to bother him, he's in a very good mood at the moment.

He thought it was just a drumbeat at first, louder than the rest, but it was only appropriate to the moment, wasn't it ( Read more... )