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.