The Master sat on the crystal white sand watching as his companion Marta Jones, ran along the beach. The stars shone brightly overhead and he marveled at them. Even after 900 years he could still find comfort in the stars. They had been his playground since he was a child and he was sure he would run in them until the day he died. When that time came though, per tradition he was suppose to be buried among them. He wondered if there would be anyone who could do it for him.

He had been alone ever since the Time War had destroyed his family and nearly his entire race. The horrible war had devastated more species then he could name and that was saying something. For he was a Time Lord and his memory was better then most. He had swore he would never take companions on again after the last time. The last time she had turned on him and joined with his once friend the Doctor. Still Marta was different and Marta had earned his trust. She was training to be a veterinarian and was eager to learn about the different species they encountered. He wondered if he should be offended by that, but chose not to for the time being.

"Are you sure he didn't follow us here, Master?" Marta asked as she flopped down by his side.

"I am sure. I would be able to feel the Doctor if he was near." The Master answered with a smile. Reaching out he hugged Marta with one arm and she leaned into his touch. "We are safe. Besides I have my TARDIS set to alert us if he comes near." The Master looked at his box affectionately. She had been his oldest and dearest friend ever since he had left Gallifrey with his granddaughter. The TARDIS was suppose to change shape where ever they landed to blend into the environment but his was stuck as a red phone booth. He liked it though. Sometimes he thought about fixing the circuit but he just never got around to it.

"What do you think he is planning?" Marta asked with concern as she straightened up again.

"I don't know," The Master responded as he gazed up at the stars once more. Whatever the Doctor was planning it couldn't be good.

-DW-

Jack sat at the rift computer working. Though he had papers spread out in front of him, he really didn't care. It was hard to care about much these days and even if he found work their wasn't anyone to work. He was slowly losing the members of his team and it was only a matter of time until Gwen joined them, leaving him alone to run Torchwood. It was times like this that he wished he would have taken up the offer of the Doctor to travel among the stars with him. If he had though, he wouldn't have been there to comfort Ianto during his dying moments. Still Ianto might have lived if he hadn't been here. Wiping the tears from his eyes, he tried to push the thought of the Welshman away.

His phone beeped and wondering who it could possibly be at this late hour he picked it up. A smile crossed his face when he saw Martha's number. *You should be sleeping,* the message read.

*How do you know you didn't wake me,* He responded. Neither one of them slept as much as they should and knew the other one would be awake in the early hours. Jack because of being immortal and an insomniac and her because of her crazy work hours at the hospital. Sill it was nice to hear from a friend even if it was to chastise him for being awake. He closed the message and sat down his phone. The next time it went off he fumbled to grab it. It hit the ground with a thud and he winced hoping the screen hadn't cracked.

Picking the phone up again he realized he had activated the camera. He went to close it, when he saw it. A faint light in the corner of the screen where there shouldn't be a light. That was odd. He left the camera open as he examined the phone and made sure that it wasn't cracked after all. Lowering the phone to look at it, the light disappeared. Relieved he answered Martha's message and then put the phone away. He quickly forgot about the strange light, deciding that it was just a reflection. Off of what he didn't know.

It wasn't until early morning, as he slept with his head on the desk, that the light began to bug him. In his dreams the light was an alien and it moved to attack him. He tried to defend himself but how do you stop a being made of light. Waking up with a start, he looked around the hub and saw nothing. The light was still bugging him though. Picking up his phone once more he switched it to the camera.

"I'm being a bloody idiot," he told himself as he looked at the screen again. The light was still there though, this time it was larger, taking up part of the left hand side of his screen. Turning the camera towards it, he saw a door. The door was an ordinary wooden door, with a brass door handle. The light came from around the edges as though someone had a bright lamp sitting right behind it. There was nothing strange about the door, except for the fact that where the door was there was a plain wall.

Standing up he moved behind the computer and ran his hand along the wall, feeling nothing. He examined the wall, knocking on it and hearing the deep thud that meant the dirt was still behind it. He didn't hear any hollow noises or any echos that indicated that there was space behind the wall. He went back to his chair and picked the phone back up. The door was still there. Taking a picture he saved it and then messaged Martha one more time.

*Do you still have the Doctor's number*