I was originally waiting to publish this on Monday, but since I'm all ready (ha! Take that English teacher!) on the internet and publishing stories, I might as well add Chapter 2. I want to say thank you to Xx-silent-assassin-xX and EmoFroggie for giving me the will to add this Chapter. Please review!

Disclaimer: I do not own Doctor Who, BBC does.

Claimer: I own the little boy, and I can't tell you his name yet. :)

At exactly 9:30 A.M., the mail came for a Mr. Harold Saxon and the moment the mail-man left, he went right to the mailbox and looked through the mail. Four times. That was how many times last night that his tele and his radio played that helpless little cry for help. It was really starting to drive him over the edge and he was a little more than thankful to see the mail had finally arrived. Now if only he could- Aha! There it was. He could tell by the ill-written words and the shaky penmanship that this was the little boy asking for help. He walked back inside swiftly, tossing all the other mail on the floor once inside. The address was his and it was to "Uncle". The return address didn't really give him a clue as to who exactly it was from, but it did say the letter was sent from the White Begonia Gardens. Just peachy… At least it was in the same damn city. He didn't have to drive who knows how many miles, he could just walk there from his house. He might as well go now. As the kid said, "they're everywhere at night". 'Course, he didn't really have to worry did he? Not with his trusty laser screwdriver. It was so much better than a sonic screwdriver…

Turning right around, the Master headed back outside, feeling his pockets to make sure he actually had the laser screwdriver on him as well as his ID. He briskly walked towards the Gardens. About a block away from his house, he decided to open the envelope and read the letter inside of it. It was the same useless babble that every single one said.

Help me. They're going to get me. I'm scared.

Obviously the terrified pleas of a young child. The Master sighed, crumbling the paper up and tossing it over his shoulder. He was going to help this kid, but just so that he didn't have to deal with something that was almost as persistent as the drums and continue with his plans of taking this planet of disgusting humans. And he was sure to succeed.

Once he arrived at the gates of the White Begonia Gardens, he noticed a little booth that people had to pay at to enter the Gardens as an effort for the community to make money and add more onto the Garden, a positive symbol in the community. At the booth sat one of the strangest humans the Master had ever seen. The middle age woman sat there on a stool, holding a donation bucket in her lap. She had frizzled ginger hair and alarming green eyes that seemed almost non responsive. They just stared in one direction. She wore overused loafers, mismatched rainbow stockings, and flower covered button up shirt with a matching skirt. The strangest thing about the woman, was the grin that was on her face, that went from ear to ear in an almost Cheshire like manner. She kind of looked like a woman he had seen a handful amount of times, Ms. Frizzle. Except this Ms. Fizzle looked possessed. From her frozen state, the Master decided he could most likely walk on by. She wasn't really responding or anything. He put his hand on the cast iron gates and began to push them open.

"Donation?"

Before the Master could go through the gates however, the woman with her chipper voice stopped him. He turned and looked back at her. She wasn't even looking at him. She was still staring straight ahead. He frowned slightly and walked back over to the woman.

"Of course…" he said in a smooth and charming voice, pulling out some spare coins in his pocket and dropped in the bucket. There, that should do it. Now he could just walk on through the gates-

"Donation?"

He stopped again and turned around, now extremely annoyed.

"I just gave you a donation." The Master refused to waste anymore of his Earth currency on this woman. She didn't even look at him however though. She just continued grinning.

"Donation?"

The Master stared at her for a good long moment before he decided to just walk through the gates. Ok then… obviously she wasn't the brightest human around. He'd just leave her to her own devices. Well maybe… he turned back around to the woman.

"Is there a little boy that lives around here? Who's in the Gardens all the time?" the Master asked. At the words of little boy, the woman slowly turned her head to look at the Master, the muscles popping as she did as if she hadn't moved her neck for a long time and continued to grin.

"Donation?"

The Master was now actually a little paranoid. That was just plain old creepy. "Yeah, you know what? Never mind, I'll go look for myself." He reassured, going back to the gates and opening them, slipping in to the gardens. He never took his eyes off the woman as he did this though; she stared at him intently the entire time.

"Donation?"