"Everyone! Get down! Time is reversing." The Doctor shouted. "The paradox is broken." The air swished around them all like a twister. The Doctor only getting up when it had all settled. "We've reverted back, one year and one day, two past eight in the morning." He turned a dial and they all listened intently. 'This is UNIT Central, what's happened? We saw the President assassinated!' the doctor turned the dial again and the signal was gone. "After the President was killed, before the Spheres arrived. Planet Earth restored…It never happened. The rockets, the terror. It never was."

"What about the Spheres?" Martha asked, concerned.

"Trapped at the end of the universe." The Doctor replied bluntly.

"But I can remember it." Martha seemed to be struggling with processing the information at hand.

"We're at the eye of the storm. The only ones who'll ever know." The Doctor paused and greeted another person. "Oh, hello! You must be Mr Jones, we haven't actually met."

The Master made a run for it, getting to the lift door just as they opened, only to find Jack there ready to catch him. "Whoa, big fella. You don't want to miss the party." Jack held out a hand to a nearby guard. "Cuffs…" he handed him off to two guards and rushed into Mariah's arms, being able to hold her close again was like heaven to Jack. But the moment was short. Still holding his wife to him, he gazed loathingly at The Master; the source of all their pain. "So, what do we do with this one?"

"We kill him." Mr. Jones stated blankly.

"We execute him." Tish agreed.

"No, that's not the solution." The Doctor reasoned.

There was the click of a gun and all eyes fell on Mrs. Jones. "Oh, I think so. Cos all those things. They still happened. Because of him. I saw them…"

"Go on!" The Master taunted her, casting a quick glance at Mariah. "Do it!"

"You're better than him." The Doctor said gently, taking the gun from Mrs. Jones as she allowed him to pull her against his chest and then be comforted by her family.

"You still haven't answered the question." The Master reminded The Doctor. "What happens to me?"

"You're my responsibility, from now on. The only other Time Lord left in existence." The Doctor looked him up and down carefully.

"Yeah, but you can't trust him." Martha put it.

"No." the Doctor agreed. "The only safe place for him is the TARDIS."

"You mean you're just gonna…keep me?" The Master's lip curled

"Mm. If that's what I have to do." The Doctor nodded. "It's time to change. Maybe I've been wandering for too long. Now, I've got someone to care for."

Everyone jumped, then froze, as a gunshot rang through the room and The Master fell.

"Put it down!" Jack yelled at the Master's wife as he took the gun from her, handing it to Mariah.

The Doctor held The Master in his arms. "There you go I've got you, I've got you."

The Master smiled sarcastically through a wince. "Always, the women."

"I didn't see her." The Doctor apologised.

"Dying in your arms." The Master looked up at the Doctor. "Happy now?"

"You're not dying. Don't be stupid. It's only a bullet. Just regenerate." The Doctor half reasoned, half pleaded.

"No." the Master's tone was blank.

"One little bullet, come on." The Doctor ordered now.

"I guess you don't know me so well." The Master's eyes widened and he smiled triumphantly. "I refuse."

"Regenerate, just regenerate, please, please just regenerate, come on!" the Doctor was nearly in tears.

"And spend the rest of my life imprisoned with you?" the Master sneered.

"But you've got to! Come on! It can't end like this! You and me! All the things we've done. Axons! Remember the Axons, and the Daleks. We're the only two left. And no-one else. Regenerate!"

"How about that? I win." The Master grinned in victory. "Will it stop, Doctor? The drumming? Will it stop?" and, with a final breath, the Master was no more.