After a short walk, the Master guided the Mistress into a spacious phone box. That was, there was space enough for the two of them, which was odd for a phone box, but fortunate considering what the Master was planning. "Will you just tell me what you've done already," begged the Mistress impatiently as the Master closed the phone box door behind her.
"Have a little patience, my dear. All will become clear soon," explained the Master, as he pulled a small transistor radio with a built in screen. Quickly he set it up on the small shelf provided in the phone booth, adjusting the dial on the side until a clear picture came through. Through it, the Mistress could see what would pass for a human laboratory in the late 20th century. It wasn't a place she'd chose to work out off, but if needs were she could possibly make it work. Though she did think the police box in the background was a bit odd.
She'd just been about to ask what she was supposed to be looking at, when she gasped. For on the screen, she could see the Doctor walking by. It might have been a different face to the last one she'd seen, but like the Master, she knew the Doctor anywhere. And right after that she remember his TARDIS, and how its chameleon circuit had gotten jammed, leaving it permanently looking like a police box.
"Surprised?" asked the Master, watching as the Mistress took in the sight of their old friend, with very clear excitement.
'Very much so," she said before giving her Master, a quick peck on the cheek, before then looking back to the screen, not wanting to miss out what was to follow. Because she knew the Master, and of course he would have something to follow on from this.
"Well, the fun is only just beginning," he declared before picking up the phone and dialling.
See, she knew her Master.
The Mistress could hear the phone ring for a few second, before she then watched as the Doctor crossed his laboratory and answered the phone. "Hello, yes, what is it?" came the Doctor's new voice, and once again the Mistress gasped, having to hold back a squeal of excitement. This was one of the best parts of running into a newly regenerated Doctor. It was like getting to know him all over again, and it had taken the Mistress back to their shared childhood whenever she'd met a new incarnation of the Doctor. Just like it was now, filling her up with so much nostalgia that she thought she might burst.
"Hello, Doctor, is that you?" asked the Master, just to be one-hundred precent sure.
"Who is this? What do you want?" asked the confused Doctor, as he sat down in the chair next to the phone. Obviously he wasn't as quick to recognise them as they were to recognise him. But that was okay, the Mistress didn't hold it against him.
"Simply to say we'll be seeing you soon," the Master replied cryptically, before looking to the Mistress and silently telling her to speak so that the Doctor might hear her voice.
Without hesitation, the Mistress leaned over to the receiver and eagerly called out, "Goodbye, Doctor," in a sing song voice.
The confused Doctor on the screen before them had been about to ask more questions, but before he could the Master activated a small cylinder shaped device from between his fingers. It began generating a high pitched noise which he sent down the phone line and to the Doctor. Suddenly, the phone line coming from the Doctor's phone began to wrap itself around him over and over, trapping him to the chair and leaving him no where to go.
The Mistress laughed out loud, and joyfully clapped her hands together, as she watched the wire continue to go around and around, slowly choking the Doctor as it moved like a wild snake. It took her a second to realise what the Master had done. He'd given the Doctor a longer phone line. A long plastic phone line, which he was now controlling and using to attack the Doctor.
"Well, that should keep him, tied up, until we arrive, wouldn't you say, Mistress?" asked the Master as he hung up the phone, a little more proud than he ought to be with such a joke.
But after seeing the Doctor again, the Mistress couldn't help but congratulate her lover on an excellent surprise. "Oh, you," she said playfully, before pulling him into a passionate kiss, which ended all to soon because of the restrictions of the phone box. If it hadn't been for its insufferable internal dimensions, they'd be having a repeat of what happened back at the plastic factory's office.
But even though they wouldn't be going any further, the Master managed to twist the situation, to make it look as if it were his decisions not to continue. Even though the Mistress knew full well he'd like to. "Now, now, my dear. We don't want to leave our dear Doctor tied up for too long. Come along." And taking her hand, he then lead her out of the phone box. Only just leaving her enough time to grab the transistor radio on her way out.
She was very much looking forward to having the Doctor captivated before her. But the radio would allow her to look at him, helpless and alone, until they arrived to taunt him that was.
However, she pulled the Master to a stop along the street, deciding she had to tell him about the Auton on the bus before they went any further. "Master, there's something I must tell you," she said, a hint of embarrassment in her voice, at not having been able to handle the situation better on her own.
"What is it my Mistress?" asked the Master, turning to give her his full attention as a concerned look came over his normally cool brown eyes.
"The Nestene, I'm not sure we can trust them," explained the Mistress uneasily.
"Whatever do you mean?"
"Back on the bus, before you joined us. One of the Autons was challenging me and trying to continue the plan without you," said the Mistress, something closely related to worry in her misty blue eyes.
"Impossible," said the Master with a hint of dismissal, as he waved his hand. "The Autons are programmed to obey our every command."
"That's what I thought, and maybe to an extent they are. But I feel like we might be about to get doubled crossed the second we let the Nestene land," insisted the Mistress, trying to get the Master to understand her concerns. She wanted to destroy the Earth yes, to torment the Doctor, yes. But she wasn't going to sacrifice herself for it, nor would the Master. They'd rather live together than die together any day.
"My dear, please, don't worry," the Master said soothingly, as he took the Mistress's head in his hands. Gently running his fingers through her hair, and making her look into his reassuring brown eyes with her uncertain blue ones. "Don't let this one fright scare you out of this moment. We're going to see the Doctor again. Then we're going to destroy the world he's been trapped on. And if the Nestene even think of double crossing us, then we'll get our own back and then some. We'll wipe out their entire planet, and their species. We'll erase them from history!" declared the Master fiercely, before his voice suddenly switched to a more softer tone. "You have nothing to worry about. I shan't let any harm come to you. You have my word," he promised with a smile.
The Mistress smiled back, taking his powerful words to heart. He was right, even if the Nestene tried to pull something over on them, they'd simply get their own back and wipe them from existence like the Master had said. They would make an example of them and remind the whole universe that you should never cross a Time Lord as powerful as the Master or his Mistress.
And to let him know everything was alright, the Mistress took his face and pulled it towards her, their warm lips crashing in a loving kiss. "Don't let anyone other than me see your sweet side," she whispered as they then pulled away.
"It only exists when your around," replied the Master with a grin. "Now, come along, I don't want to keep the Doctor waiting any longer."
With a smile, the Mistress began to follow until she stopped and groaned. Again the Master looked back, a little frustration in his eyes this time, until he saw the Mistress hold up the transistor radio, showing on the screen that the Doctor had been freed and was working with his friends once more.
"He got out," grumbled the Mistress.
"No matter," the Master assured her dismissively. "He won't be leaving that laboratory any time soon," he said, pointing to the screen where the Doctor was working on one of their plastic daffodils. "He'll never figure it out before we arrive," he said confidently, renewing the Mistress's hopes of finally meeting this Doctor face to face.
"Our reunion awaits!" he declared with a hiss, before taking the Mistress's hand and pulling her into him with a shriek. Before they then continued on down the street arm in arm, towards UNIT headquarters, dead ahead.