Horror. Pure and utter horror entered his hearts. The voice, the face, the tug. It couldn't be true. He had died. No way, ever.
"Bye Bye!" came out of the TARDIS before it faded from sight with the familiar noise. A lump formed in his throat. The Master. No. Not good. Not good at all.
"DOCTOR!" Jack and Martha jammed the door, but it wasn't enough. He pressed his weight against the door along with them and grabbed Jack's arm. They had to find him. The Master. 'Oh God. Save us now,' his mind replayed that track over and over as he messed with Jack's time jump watch.
"HOLD ON!" He shouted as he made Martha grab onto the watch. It was all over if this didn't work. The jump threw his body out of whack and they landed with a thud. He cracked his neck,
"Not the most reliable type time travel." He said calmly while is brain was in a flurry, trying to work out what had happened. The Master. Not right. Not good. 'I have to find him. Have to get to him. He is my responsibility. Oh my old friend. What happened to you?' And then he saw it. The Master. On TV. He felt his body recognize that this was a Time Lord before him.
"The Master." The man on the screen leaned over and kissed the blond woman,
"The Master and his wife!" That was a surprise. That man is a monster. The man going by Harold Saxon was not who Britain thought he was.
"This world is sick. What this world needs is a Doctor." That stopped both of this hearts, it was a message for him. The Master knew he was there. Knew he was looking for him. And suddenly the Doctor knew what he had to do. He had to play the Master's game, walk into a trap, fully aware that it was a trap. And it made his blood run cold.
The End