The Doctor had the Master in his induced coma, he was monitoring him carefully, for a single hour he'd have to be monitored carefully, just to make sure that everything was normal and he was showing no signs of stress. Once the hour was up he could then go into the Master's mind, a connection deeper than anything he's ever tried before, he knew it was possible, he'd read dozens of cases about this while he was in the Academy, but he'd never done it before.

He paced around the infirmary for the entire hour, which seemed to take forever to pass, but it eventually did and there had been no problems, so now the TARDIS took over on automatic, the Doctor sat himself into the identical chair next to the Master's, the TARDIS sealed his wrists and ankles in and then brought the joined equipment down on top of his and the Master's head, these would allow for contact to be established.

Unlike the Master the Doctor wasn't put into a self healing coma, he just slipped himself into a meditative state, he felt himself slipping from his mind and into the Master's mind, his physical presence being his own body but surrounded by a white glow, presumably a part of the Master's mind created him like this so he could see his way around, clearly the comatose mind of the Master knew that the Doctor was trying to help and assisted him as best as it could.

Once his being settled he looked around, he was standing in a room, it was very dark, almost pitch black, normally this room no matter how evil the Time Lord was would be bright, because this was the entrance hall so to speak, the waiting room, it was what was beyond the doors he was staring at that worried him, but never the less he made a promise and he'd stick to it, he walked forward and put his hands on the doors to feel for a handle, he found none.

"Great." He muttered to himself.

He searched the room for something, anything, a key, a panel, anything to get the doors open, but he came up empty, he wasn't allowed his sonic screwdriver in here so that was useless as well, in the end he tried what he really should have tried in the first place, he knocked.

The doors slid open and what greeted him was what he had expected. Total darkness, the only light was the one he was surrounded in, which was why he was very thankful to the Master's mind for providing him with it.

The Doctor knew what he was looking for, and he knew where it was, he knew because he'd seen his own, it could be viewed as different things, a chest, a room, a globe, a well and even the most mundane of things, a cardboard box, inside these objects or rooms was something so precious to any Time Lord even the Master, his soul, hardly any Time Lord got to see another's soul except married couples and partners, the Doctor knew only that the Master kept his locked away, he knew it was a room and he knew where it was, not out of experience, but because normally where a Time Lords soul was would be like an ordinary room, it would be dark inside, just so the soul could hide in the darkness, but the Master's right now, was just up ahead, he could tell because from under the door the blue glow where the Master's soul was torn open could be seen from under the door.

The Doctor's features softened in sympathy, the Master must be in a lot of pain, his features then turned hard, now after seeing this he was determined to fix the problem, he walked to the door and examined it, it wasn't locked, in fact it looked as if the door handle and lock had been blown off, probably when he was resurrected.

The Doctor pushed open the door and what was inside was almost enough to make him weep. The Master's soul, normally confined within a chest in the middle of the room was around the whole room, and as soon as he passed the threshold of the door the blue essence that was flying freely around the room flew straight into a chest in the middle of the room, the very chest that it was supposed to be kept in.

The Doctor went to it and stroked the sides of it, smiling as he could feel the presence inside, he lifted the lid and watched as the essence inside curl up and form a hard shell around it, protecting what remained of it from the Doctor's intrusion. The Doctor smiled and looked down into his hand, inside his palm rested a golden fleck of energy, his own energy, he dropped the fleck of gold inside the chest and then closed the lid, he watched as the chest shook, it then sealed and locked itself, back as it was before it was blown open by the botched resurrection.

The Doctor left the room and noted with a smile how the door lock was repaired and sealed, all because he'd given up a little of his own soul so the Master's would transform it into his own and repair itself.

"Now, to get his memories back."

He moved from the soul room and looked around again, the corridor was illuminated now, not brightly but brighter than it had been, the Doctor could now see that the corridor was full of doors, some of them were open, in them were the memories that had already returned and others were locked, some had the keys in the doors and others were pass coded, meaning that they'd stay locked and weren't for him to see unless the Master wanted him too.

The Doctor begun the process of unlocking all the doors with keys in them, once they were unlocked the corridor begun getting brighter and brighter, when he finished it he could see clearly but still not brightly, fairly dull light compared to what it should be like. He came to two doors at the end of the corridor, the both of them had hand scanners as keys, and presumably since they were there he had the correct palm print to open either of them.

"Hmm...I don't have this."

But no two minds are the same and certainly not theirs, he pondered the doors for a while before he noticed that a scroll had appeared on an invisible surface next to him, he took it and unfolded it, he read it out loud.

"Time to choose...huh? Well that isn't very helpful is it?"

He put the scroll aside and pressed his ear to one of the doors, he couldn't hear anything inside, and he switched to the other door and received the same treatment. He stood back and looked at them for a while, looking around for any clues to what he was supposed to do, clearly there was something else because if all memories had been restored than he would have been removed from the Master's mind by his TARDIS because that meant that he'd be regaining consciousness.

He was at a loss to what could be behind the two sealed doors, clearly he had to choose between one thing and another, presumably he'd have the handprint for each of them but it was entirely up to him which one he opened, but he needed to know what was behind them first, he pressed his hands to each of them and tried to sense what was in them, all he got was darkness from one and light from the other, the light one filled him with fear though, so he rejected that one and went for the dark one, the one that made him feel comfortable, just as he was about to touch the keypad he heard the thundering of drums inside his head and it instantly made him back away, the roaring four beat rhythm continued to bang at his skull for several minutes after before they vanished into silence, he shook his head and went to the door that made him feel uncomfortable and pressed his palm to it, the door slid open and the room was plunged into darkness, then the room went bright again and the Doctor felt himself kicked out of the Master's mind, the final image he saw before he left fully was that of the Master coming out of the door he'd opened.

Then he was back in the TARDIS, awake and breathing heavily, when he'd been kicked out of the Master's mind he wasn't just shown to the door, he was literally kicked in the stomach and he still felt it, he felt winded. The TARDIS released him and he waited for the Master to regain consciousness.

When he did he stood up, he was shaky but clearly he was back to normal because he didn't show it too much.

"Master are you okay?"

His question went unanswered; the Master took a deep breath and looked the Doctor who was still holding his winded stomach.

"I'll be in my room if you need me, but don't expect me to answer."

He then left the infirmary and headed to the room that he was about to reclaim as his. The Doctor sat down in the chair and tried to regain his breath, he shook his head.

"You're welcome Master."