Sooo…an alternate scene from The Hungry Earth.
"Hello? Is someone there?"
The Doctor held his hands in front of him, advancing carefully. Blinded by Silurian venom, he was locked in the dark church. He didn't know where Rory, or Ambrose, or any of the others were. His hands hit a wall and he clung to it, cursing himself for feeling so vulnerable. He sensed a presence near him, and lashed out blindly, hitting something—a shoulder perhaps.
"Calm down, Doctor. I'm here." Said a voice. Male, slightly familiar. The Doctor took the hand he felt. The skin was cooler than a humans—Time Lord, perhaps?
"Are you—a Time Lord?" The Doctor asked. "No, you can't be. They were destroyed. Unless—oh Rassilon, is that you, Master?"
The voice chuckled slightly. A guiding hand was placed on the Doctor's shoulder, easing him down onto a crate. The Doctor felt the figure lifting his eyelids, examining his reddened eyes.
"Hm, Silurian." Said the voice. "You'll heal, though it may be a few days before your vision is fully recovered.
"Why are you doing this?" The Doctor asked. "Why not just kill me?"
The Time Lord could hear the smile in his rescuer's voice. "Where's the fun in that? I could, if you wanted—"
"NO!" The Doctor yelped. "I mean, it's fine, really. Just…get me better."
The thing chuckled. "Alright. Once your vision comes back, I'll have to leave—the Silurians are returning. I might see you again, though maybe not."
It placed cool hands on the Doctor's shoulders, and started murmuring in a strange language. The Doctor blinked hard several times, and he could see a big blur in front of him. By the time he could see halfway clearly, the mysterious figure had gone. Had it really been the Master? It would be just like him to save the Doctor's hide, only to turn right around and stab him in the back. The Doctor stood, as voices sounded in the other room of the church.
"Doctor? I've got some medicine, though I doubt it'll be good for much…"
The Time Lord rounded the corner to see Rory approaching with a medical kit tucked under one arm.
"It's alright, Rory." The Doctor said. "Must've just been a temporary thing—my vision is coming back."
Rory frowned. "Really? Alright, then. If you're good to walk, Ambrose cornered one of the Silurians outside in a van. You'd best come and try to talk to it."
The Doctor stepped outside the church, and turned to look up at the architecture, searching for anything odd—like a roman pillar, or a plant that seemed out of place. Something to convey signs of another Time Lord's TARDIS. Seeing nothing, he turned to follow Rory. What he didn't notice was the statue of an angel peeking out from behind one of the gables, a slight smile on its stony face.
