Staring down at his right hand, the Doctor felt a tingle pass up his fingers, stopping at his wrist. Weird. Perhaps it was just temporary? A strange shive-
No. There it was again. What's wrong with him? It's not cold, so not a chill. No one but the soldiers are here. So why is he getting shivers?
Again. And again. And it feels like a liquid of some sort, just on the fingertips. Quite warm.. Rassilon, what is it?
It keeps tingling throughout this, with this – sticky, he decides – invisible liquid passing over the skin.
Right hand.. right hand..
Oh, Rassilon.
The Master has his hand.
His severed hand.
He's not.. seriously..
Oh, fuck.
Literally.
