Scribbling down on a piece of paper, now covered in ash, the Master was planning his objectives for the next few days:
Kill Wife.
Kill Doctor.
Kill Martha.
Rule World.
It seemed simple enough, just a lot of murdering and taking over the world, nothing new, nothing too difficult. It was just time to start completing the tasks, tomorrow would be the greatest day ever experienced.
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The Master waltzed down London street, staring up at the London Eye and Big Ben. Nothing much has changed. He thought to himself. It might be the case as he was only dead for 5 minutes, but to the Master, his thinking was normality.
Down another road and Downing Street loomed ahead of him.
"Finally," he told himself, smiling and grinning manically. "This is the only place I can live on Earth." The gates seemed almost welcoming, as if doors to a prison, or a zoo. Security guards almost looked friendly, but as the Master approached the gates they stepped in front of his path, their shiny metal bodies glimmering in the moonlight.
"And where do you think you're going, sir?" The Master was taken aback.
"To my home. 10 Downing Street, where else?" The two guards looked surprisingly blank. "Me? The Prime Minister?" Again, two blank looks. "Just let me through." He tried to bustle through but the two men threw him backwards onto the pavement.
"Sorry sir, we've already got a Prime Minister."
"WHO?!" The Master screamed, his hood falling off revealing his scarred, burnt face and a vivid expression of hatred imprinted on his face.
"G-Gordon Brown," the men stuttered together. "But, wait…" one of them began. "Don't I know you?" The Master rubbed his temples. I am Mr Saxon, how can they not remember who I am? And then that's when it hit him. Like a train in the face. His hearts skipped a beat.
The Doctor.