"Alright! I've calculated the distance between the helicarrier and the and the signal from the broadcast. He's somewhere in Argentina. Lovely place, but back to the point: that signal was sent directly to you all. He's targeting you, but I don't know why." The Doctor twisted a knob, and the map pinpointed the Master's location. "He found the places where the TARDIS landed, including here."

"Like when you dropped us off here?"

The Doctor nodded. "But nobody can do that! How could he do that?" He ran a hand through his hair. "Think old man, think!"

There was a loud CRASH!, And the communicator burst into life. "Uh, sorry folks," Tony said. "Turbulence."

"Need help there, Stark?" Steve asked.

"No thanks, too worried about your health. Don't want the old guy breaking a hip or something. But then again-"

Steve turned down his communicator.

"What are you doing?" Fury asked. The Doctor was pointing the sonic screwdriver at the monitor. The Master's face quickly appeared on screen.

"Ah! Doctor! Glad to see you again. You know, since the last time didn't go so well." The Master made a face. "I expected you to call sooner."

"Ah, well, you know couldn't call you at the right time." The Doctor shrugged. "Bad signal and all."

"Oh!" The Master raised his hand. "That would be my fault."

"Yeah, I know that." The Doctor turned the sonic toward the speakers and they began playing the rhythmic beat.

Ta-ta-ta-tap.

Ta-ta-ta-tap.

Ta-ta-ta-tap.

Ta-ta-ta-tap.

He turned them off. "Why are you attacking the Earth again? You know it's a level 5-"

"A level 5 planet of the Shadow Proclamation, I KNOW!" The Master emphasized. "But it's so fun, messing with their minds, having them hearing to the ends of the universe like I do. But," he said before the Doctor could interrupt. "I'm not the one who wants to enslave them."

"Oh, enslave the humans, that seems to be a brilliant idea."

"I'M not the one trying to enslave them!" The Master made an exasperated face. "Why aren't you listening? We'll, even HE doesn't want to enslave them. At least, not anymore."

"'He?'" The Doctor asked.

"Oops!" The Master covered his mouth. "I've said too much."

"Uh, guys," Tony's voice interrupted. "Incoming."

"Sir! Incoming unidentified object!" A woman said.

"Tell your friends to step aboard your ship, Doctor. We need to have a word…with all of you." The Master smiled maliciously, and the screen went black.

Everyone was silent.

"…Well, from what the blond guy said, you guy's better suck in your gut and squeeze in the phone booth," Tony said.

"Police Box!" The Doctor shouted. "And how did you know he was blond?"

"You think I'd miss a transmission from a crazy psychopath that is controlling all of the satellites in the world?"

The Doctor smiled. "Fair enough!" He ran to the doors of the TARDIS and opened them wide. "Well, come on!"

"And how are we all supposed to fit in there?" Fury asked.

Martha and Jack entered the TARDIS, and Martha poked her head out. "Come find out."