The Master stomped through the halls on his way back to his room, a fierce scowl carved into his face. Twisting around another corner he was faced with a wooden door emblazoned with the words 'Amelia Pond' in light green cursive lettering.

He narrowed his eyes venomously. Precious Amelia Pond. The Master huffed, if the Doctor thought she was so great then he could keep her. The Doctor could be with her then and the two could go off meandering throughout time and space. He didn't care, or so he told himself.

For a brief moment the Master considered barging into her room, seeing what sort of things she might be hiding in there. Tear her things to shreds in a sort of petty revenge.

Snapping back to attention the Master shook off those pathetic, petty thoughts. Ruining Pond's room would not accomplish anything. It would only bring out the Doctor's ire and make Amelia look like the bigger man, so to say. No. He wasn't going to stoop to that.

Turning away the Master still felt the anger bubbling through his veins. Looking back at the door he gave the wooden surface a sharp kick out of spite.

Leaping back the Master hopped up and down on one foot while letting out a high-pitched shriek, clutching his other foot as it throbbed painfully. He flushed in embarrassment, the door was a lot harder than he'd thought.

Getting control of himself the Master straitened, holding his head high as an attempt to look as dignified as possible on his way back to his room; even if there was no one around to witness it.

He knew he needed to simply calm down. His anger was making him irrational, but… He couldn't help but wonder why the Doctor was keeping him in the TARDIS, like an animal in a cage. The Master wasn't even allowed out on a short trip! Even with the damn bracelets.

Angrily strutting down the hall he approached his door and flung it open with an overly dramatic flick of his wrist causing it to bang into the wall loudly. He immediately headed to his bed, kicking off his shoes and crawling under the covers.

Curling up into a ball he glared angrily into the darkness underneath the mound of blankets. The Master tried to relax his breathing and relax; hoping to fall asleep and pass the time the other Time Lord was away faster. At that he closed his eyes and thought of the Doctor, eventually drifting off into a restless sleep.