2 chapters in one day. Don't get use to it. Lol.

As Bella, Jack, Martha and The Doctor made their way to Martha's flat, The master or 'Harold Saxon' was busy in the cabinet room at number 10 Downing Street gassing all of the cabinet members. As all the members collapsed dead on the table, Saxon began tapping out a rhythm on the table with his fingers.

Finally the group of four arrived at Martha's flat.

"Home." Was all Martha could say.

What have you got? Computer, laptop, anything?" The Doctor asked. Jack turned away from the group and pulled out his phone. He dialed the familuar numbers of his Torchwood team. "Jack, who are you phoning? You can't tell anyone we're here!" The Doctor scolded.

"Just some friends of mine, but there's no reply…" Jack said sharing a worried look with Bella, both hoping that Owen, Ianto, Tosh and Gwen were ok.

Martha handed her laptop to The Doctor, "Here you go. Any good?"

Jack put his phone away and took the laptop from The Doctor, "I can show you the Saxon websites. He's been around for ages." He said sitting down at the table.

"That's so weird though. It's the day after the election. That's only four days after I met you." Martha said.

"We went flying all around the universe while he was here the whole time." The Doctor said frustrated.

"You gonna tell us who he is?" Martha asked.

"He's a Time Lord." Was all The Doctor said.

"What about the rest of it? I mean, who'd call himself the Master?" Martha urged him to continue.

"That's all you need to know." He turned to Jack, "Come on, show me Harold Saxon."

As the boys crowded round the laptop, Bella sat down on the sofa, picking bits of end of the universe grit out of her bandage on her hand. 'This is never going to heal at this rate.' Bella thought. She had already ripped her stitches out once and now the wound was most likely dirty. Martha checked her answering machine to see she had on message from her sister Tish, who was rambling on about some new job.

"Oh, like it matters." Martha said shutting the machine off before Tish could tell her who she was working for.

Across the city a women called Vivien Rook was interviewing Lucy Saxon for a newspaper or so she thought. As soon as Tish left the room leaving the Prime Minister's wife alone with the reporter, Vivien changed her story, trying to convice Lucy that Saxon was not who he said he was.

Back at the flat a campaign ad for Saxon was playing on the computer, with various celebrities expressing their views on Harold Saxon.

"Former Minister of Defence. First came to prominence when he shot down the Racnoss on Christmas Eve." Jack explained turning to The Doctor, "Nice work, by the way."

"Oh, thanks." The Doctor replied,

"He goes back years. He's famous. Everyone knows his story. Look. Cambridge University, Rugby blue, won the Athletics thing, wrote a novel, went into business, marriage, everything. He's got a whole life." Bella added wincing as Martha was now cleaning her forehead.

She had already cleaned and rebandaged her hand, now she was cleaning a putting butterfly stitches on her head, closing the wound altogether. Martha had also lent Bella a shirt as hers was torn a bloody. Bella looked like someone from a Zombie movie or something. Black combat boots, olive coloured skinny jeans and a red and black checked shirt, complete with bandaged hand and head.

Back in Downing street, Lucy had just revieled that she knew all along who her husband really was. Just as Saxon had joined the two ladies. He was showing Vivien the lovely spheres of his who proceeded to kill Vivien.

As usual you know what to do.