With a start the Master woke from his dream, from his memory. He was in a bed in a strange room, 'where was he?'
Quiet…
It was still quiet. The drums were gone. It was silent.
Just as he started panicking a man walked through the wooden door off to the side of him. The man was quite tall and on the skinny side with floppy hair a large chin and a stupid looking bowtie. The Master instantly recognized him as the Doctor, realizing he must have regenerated. Seeing he was awake the new Doctor shut the door and bounded over to sit on the bed.
By now the Master was overwhelmed with thoughts of 'What's going on? Where am I? Am I on the Doctor's TARDIS? How long have I been here? Will he let me leave? Why are the drums silent!? What's going on!?'And hunched over, curling up into a ball, covering his ears, terrified.
"Hey! Hey, hey, hey. Come on; it's all right, calm down, shhh." The Doctor went on, pulling the Master's hands away and holding his wrists, rubbing circles into them. He carried on doing the same thing for a while and the Master hated how calming it was. It made him feel ashamed and humiliated at his weakness, it was disgusting.
Eventually the Master had calmed down enough to get a good look at the room he was in. It was a light warm grey room with a plush white carpet and simple wooden furniture such as a bookshelf, bed, desk and chair, and a dresser. There were a few framed watercolour paintings on the wall and a fake window on one wall with light flowey curtains near the other door that presumably led to a bathroom. There was a panel next to the window on the wall to change the view to whatever he wished and a cushioned bench beneath it to sit on.
It was by no means an unpleasant room but it was most certainly not what he expected. The Master expected a bare cell, with bars and chains; he expected to suffer. So then why was he being soothed by the Doctor in a rather nice room without any sort of restraints? It didn't make sense.
He didn't understand…
The Doctor seemed to notice he'd calmed down and released him; the Master scrambled back and watched the Doctor warily, asking him, "Where am I?"
At that the Doctor grinned and said, "My TARDIS. I brought you here after everything that happened with Rassilon and the other Time Lords." The Master's face closed off at that, "You're not leaking energy anymore though, the zero room took care of that."
"Can I leave?"
The Master watched as the Doctor's face dropped at that and all that was said in response was "I'm sorry."
A cold chill spread through the Master's body.
"Master I-" The Doctor began before he was cut off.
"Get out."
"But-"
"Out"
"I-"
Something in the Master seemed to snap and he suddenly snarled at the Doctor, "GET OUT!"
After his outburst the Master sat panting on the irritatingly comfortable bed and the Doctor got up and said, "We'll talk later." And he walked out, the door locking behind him.
The Master flopped back onto the bed, staring numbly at the celling.