The Doctor helped Rose to her feet and guided her out of the regeneration room, pushing past the protesting nurses and finding the TARDIS down in the lobby. He fumbled with putting the key in the lock and they both shuffled inside. After close inspection of his lover, he found that being Bad Wolf had completely erased all of her cuts and bruises, and his near-regeneration had healed him completely. He gently kissed her on the forehead and set to work flying the TARDIS. "Where're we going?" she demanded. He grinned at her. "You wanted to save Blue, right?"

"Of course!"

"Then that's where we're going!"

Rose hesitated. "Doctor, will I be okay?" she asked quietly. He froze, looking over her with a stony expression. "I mean, last time I was Bad Wolf… I nearly died."

"I know."

"So? What's gonna happen to me?"

He stayed silent. "I dunno." he finally sighed, leaning on the TARDIS console with wide eyes and his stuck-out bottom lip. "This time… it's different. Last time you were Bad Wolf you had the Time Vortex in that poor little head of yours. But now? - now you've got regeneration energy surging through your veins. I honestly don't know what to expect." She looked down, dull fear rushing through her. The Doctor didn't want to admit it, but he was sensing that Bad Wolf wasn't entirely gone. There was no telling if or when Rose would turn back into Bad Wolf. They landed in one area of the penitentiary, the TARDIS shaking from the force of it. The Doctor opened the door of the TARDIS, and what he saw outside surprised him. He stared with abnormally red ears and wide, shocked brown eyes. He had expected something gruesome, terrifying, horrible, or a combination of all three. He'd expected anything but this: the TARDIS had landed in some sort of bar, but he found not a wide variety of people having a good time, rather, he found one variety of people having a better one. Raucous, maniacal laughter filled the room. One of them was at the stage, singing karaoke in a voice the Doctor recognized all too well, and the rest were at tables below, at the bar, and milling about with broad smiles and crazed brown eyes. The Doctor choked. They were all the Master - in variation of clothing, but still him. There were some wearing dresses and chatting flirtatiously with ones dressed with more masculinity, there were some of him wearing sharp suits that looked like they were the bartenders of the place. Suddenly, they all stopped. The hive of activity went silent, and their eyes were locked on the Doctor. The karaoke singer whipped out his camera phone and snapped a picture of the Doctor, and then hurriedly pressed a few buttons and sent it to the real Master - if he wasn't dead. Then, they crashed through the silence with more peals of laughter, making the Doctor's ears hurt and his head vibrate. He pressed his hands to his ears and ducked back inside the TARDIS, where Rose was anxiously waiting. "Can I still do that whole… dividing atoms thing?" she demanded after getting a glimpse of what lurked outside. "No, you can't! It's only regeneration energy that's got you like this!" the Doctor replied. Rose frowned. "Then why don't you just fly us away?"

"The landing damaged the TARDIS! Nothing too major, but she won't be able to fly for about seventy-two hours."

"Dammit!" Rose cried. The Doctor could see tears welling up in her beautiful brown eyes, and he calmly walked to her and wrapped her in his arms, letting her sob. "Doctor, how are we ever going to get out of this?"

"I'll find a way."

"No, I mean everything! When are we gonna stop putting our lives in danger?"

"Rose, we're saving the Universe!"

"I know… I'm just getting tired, Doctor."

She sniffed into his coat, and he couldn't help but to think of how warm she was, pressed against him. Her tears brought back the recognition of how fragile she was, how… human she was. "Rose… I need you with me." he finally whispered. She looked up at him, her eye makeup running down her cheeks. He gazed at her with love - she was so beautiful. "What?" she whispered. He smiled. "I need you with me… for the rest of my lives."

"Doctor, I won't last that long. You know that."

"Yeah, but if you're gone… I'm gone too."

Rose grinned and nodded, hugging him tightly. Suddenly, the TARDIS vibrated as about a hundred hands rapped on the blue box all at once. The Doctor knew instantly who it was: the Masters in the bar outside. They were all tapping in synchronized rhythm: 1-2-3-4, 1-2-3-4, 1-2-3-4, 1-2-3-4… on and on. He put his hands gently over Rose's ears, not wanting her to get infected with the Master's madness, and stonily walked to the TARDIS door. He heard a hundred sinister whispers: "Doctor… Doctor… Doctor… Come out and play…" And with those words, the Doctor didn't know what to do.

When the Master clones were taking me down to Intensive Care, I felt my injuries more than ever. When I'd been with the Master, I'd had something to distract me from my eyes and ears. But now my ears were ringing again and I could barely see. Even my twisted ankle, which hadn't hurt for hours, was throbbing. I looked down at my hands, and through my messed-up vision, I could tell that they could've been infected, though it was hard to tell. I kept on walking, desperately trying to think of a way to escape without being captured again. I saw a glove on one of the clones' hands, and I saw a pistol in another's pocket. I even saw a dagger in another.

I knew I had to get the glove and/or pistol. I didn't really want the dagger because I'd have to get close to a clone to do damage. But with the glove and pistol… I could use those from a distance. But if worst came to worst, I could deal with the dagger. I walked a few more steps, but then I tripped over my feet and force-fell on my elbow. It was easy to look like I was in pain. They looked down at me with annoyance, and chuckled at my pain. I growled and one nudged me with his shoe. "Aren't you gonna be a gentleman and help a lady out?"

They snorted. "We don't see a lady." the one that nudged me snarled. I started to get up on my own and pretended to trip, hanging onto one of the Masters like he was a lifeline. Before he could hiss and shove me off, I had a hold on his dagger and plunged it into his stomach. As he crumpled, the other two were aware of my treachery and pulled their weapons out hurriedly, growling like wild animals. We circled each other for a moment before I was able to dart down the corridor opposite them, dodging bullets and streams of electricity. I dove around a corner and breathed for a few moments before swinging inside a room whose door was slightly ajar, quietly slamming the door behind me and listening to the shouts and howls of the Masters sprinting past the room and fading. I was finally able to breathe, and I sunk to the floor, leaning heavily on the door. My ankle throbbed with a new agony, my ears rung from the bullets and electricity whizzing past them, and my hands felt hot and feverish. Not a good sign. The good thing was, my eye was getting much better, and I could see things if I opened it, they were just blurred and smeared by the tears involuntarily welling in them. I swiped away the tears and hissed at the pain in my hands. "That doesn't look good." a girl said from in front of me. I fumbled for the dagger and held it defensively in front of me, only able to see out of one eye. She was short and wore glasses, but I couldn't make out anything else. Or maybe the 'she' was a 'he'. His or her voice was too deep for a girl and just on puberty for a boy. The person approached me and knelt a safe distance away, and I knew she was a girl, with full brown hair that reached just below her shoulders. Her face didn't look very girlish, more like a young boy's. If her hair was shorter and styled a certain way she would definitely look like a boy. "Don't worry, I won't hurt you. I can heal your eye." she said loudly. The girl stood, left, and then returned with a clear bottle that looked like a bottle of nail polish. "Don't squirm." she commanded, holding my face with her hand and quickly disarming me. The knife clattered to the floor and she kicked it away from the both of us, sighing. She opened my injured eye and put a few drops inside, making it sizzle and sting like hell. I wanted to scream and I opened my mouth but she quickly stuffed a piece of cloth in my mouth, letting me bite down and muffling my scream. Finally my eye abruptly stopped hurting altogether and I could see perfectly. She grinned and snatched the rag from my mouth, tossing it behind her onto the messy floor. "Now, I can't help with your hands. Well, I can help but I can't heal them completely. And then your ankle."

"How did you kno - "

"It's swollen and purple. How could I not know?" she laughed lightly, rolling her eyes. I growled and she stood. I looked around the room. The walls were covered in posters and there was a comfortable-looking bed pressed against the wall next to a window. It looked more like a bedroom than a cage. "Who are you?"

"My name's Puella Cor. What about you?"

"Blue Destiel. Why do you have a room, but everyone else has a cage?"

"I'm not human scum like all the people in the cages."

I gulped. This couldn't be good. "What - what d'you mean?" I stuttered. She stood and fell back onto her bed, sitting comfortably. "Those people out there - they're not even real people. They're animals."

"They're terrified!"

"Animals get terrified. And sometimes when animals get terrified, they turn to violence. And what do we do with violent animals?"

"You help them!"

"You put them down." she said indifferently. I stared at her incredulously. "Are you kidding me?" I shouted. She shrugged, tucking the hair hanging in front of her eye behind her ear. "What the hell is wrong with you?" I demanded. She frowned. "I'm apathetic. Well, apathetic and bipolar. Well, apathetic, bipolar, obsessive-compulsive, post-traumatically stressed, schizophrenic, depersonalized… let's not continue."

She laughed nervously. My eyes were wide with a mix of pity, disgust, and shock. She is seriously messed up.

I couldn't think of anything polite to say, so I shut my mouth. "Why are you here?"

"My husband."

"Was he taken by the Master?"

She burst out laughing. "If my husband was taken by the Master, would I be in this awesome room? Come on, use your head."

I nodded. "I guess not." Dread welled up in my stomach. "So then… who is your husband?"I wondered. She grinned wickedly. "The Master." My eyes went wider if possible and I felt sick. Oh my freaking God. What was I thinking? Can't trust her, can't trust her can't trust her... I thought like a mantra. She smirked and swung her legs. "I know what you're thinking."

"Why the hell would you marry the Master?"

"Because he's hot. And hella good in bed."

A wink and I grimaced with disgust. "You're thinking you can't trust me just because I'm married to the Master."

I gulped. Does she know he might be dead? And that it's partially my fault? If she finds out... I didn't continue my thought and put on my best poker face. "Maybe, maybe not. You aren't in my head, so you can't know."

She laughed. "He knows. He comes by about twice every day. Sometimes on Friday nights he stays longer. He always has so much to do… he's such a noble man." she said mockingly. "Do - do you know what he does to those people?"

"Why wouldn't I? We don't hide from each other."

"Then how could you stand for that?"

"Well, like I said I'm apathetic and I've been diagnosed with extreme violence. Maybe that's what he likes about me."

"Oh." I mumbled. Usually I'm not at a loss for words except when the Doctor was explaining weird stuff to me, but this lady was able to give me some pause for words. "Erm… what do you mean by apathetic?" I wondered, trying to distract her from showing me just how extremely violent. "It's a loss of emotion or compassion." she explained with a grin. "Then why did you help me?" I asked. "Or am I just being captured again?"

"Well… I dunno. You looked like you needed help. You looked like you were in pain. I know what that feels like." she said with an extremely sad expression. "Erm... How?" I asked, fidgeting. She snarled. "None of your damn business, bitch." Puella growled. I immediately backed off, not wanting to get her angrier. I stayed quiet for a while, trying not to look her in the eyes. "I'm sorry." I said. She looked at me, and I couldn't tell what she was thinking. She growled. "Whatever."

Suddenly, there was a knock on the door. Well, not just one knock, but four, in rapid succession. She lunged forward, grabbed me by the neck and unceremoniously stuffed me under the bed, then ran to the door and opened it. "Hey babe." Puella said, welcoming the Master inside. I saw their feet moving a little as she stood tall and kissed him. "What's going on?" he wondered. She didn't reply, and I assumed she shrugged. My heart rate accelerated and I thought, Aw shit, I'm getting a heart attack. But then I thought, Wait, she shoved me under the bed. She's hiding me. Good. Thank God. And then I thought, Or maybe, she'll drag me out from under here and pretend she just found me here. After all she's got some major issues. She's unpredictable, and I got her pissed... Anything can happen.

After Puella and the Master had some little conversations about what was going on, he bid her farewell and left her room, to which she snatched my wrist with unnecessary force and dragged me out from underneath her bed, smirking. I rubbed my wrist and grimaced up at her, hissing at the pain sparking up in my hands again. She hurried off and returned with a damp cloth which she pressed to my palms, and then wrapped bandages around them. "Why didn't you hand me over to him?" I asked. She smirked a little and said with an air of laughter in her voice, "Why? Did you want me to?"

"No!" I yelped. "It's just, you seemed to be pissed off with me, so I just assumed that you'd hand me over." She finished wrapping the bandages. "Thanks." I mumbled. The girl sat back and sighed, looking up at the ceiling. "I've always wanted to meet the Doctor." she muttered. I furrowed my brow. Does she know… does she know I've met the Doctor?

"What d'you mean?" I asked. She chuckled. "I dunno. The Master never lets me out of the penitentiary, and he's told me about the Doctor and all the adventures he has. I mean, the Master being psycho is great, don't get me wrong, but I think having adventures is cooler."

"Who doesn't?" I said against my will. I hope she doesn't know that I know him... Dunno what'll happen after all. She eyed me curiously and got to her feet, pacing around the room. "You know him, don't you?" she finally demanded. "There's something off… you're acting weird."

"You mean, weirder than usual?" I asked, raising my eyebrows.

She rolled her eyes. "No shit."

I bit my lip. Should I tell her? My heart accelerated again as she stared me down with piercing gray eyes. Or were they blue? They might've been green. I fidgeted with my hair nervously. "You... You've gotta know him! You're not very good at lying, are you?"

I looked at her, trying out my poker face again. She only laughed. "As an experienced liar, I'm good enough to where I can tell if you're lying, and you're lying, bitch. So tell me or I'll have to rip out your spleen." she growled. I shivered and tried to coax some moisture back into my dry mouth. "Okay, okay! I know him! I came here with him! Well, I was here and then he came and found me and… everything's been so… so fucked up since then. It feels like forever ago, but it's only been about a day."

As I said that, I realized how tired I was and tried to fight off a yawn. She peered at me for another moment and then helped me to my feet. "He shouldn't be coming back until tomorrow." she said, pushing me toward the bed. Grateful, I fell onto it and immediately drifted to sleep.

The Doctor pulled Rose in and held her close to him as the Masters chanted outside. "Doctor… Doctor… Doctor… Come out and play…"

They hadn't stopped knocking, either, and he could feel both Rose and himself slowly going mad. He couldn't see a way out of this, so he pushed Rose's hair away from her ear and leaned down, his lips close to her. "Rose… Bad Wolf girl… I lo - "

Suddenly, the knocking stopped. The chanting stopped. Everything went silent. "What... What's going on?" Rose whispered. The Doctor looked over his shoulder. "I...I dunno."

Someone sung Rose's name. The Master. "Ro-ose! Rosie girl! Come along, little flower!" he sung softly from outside the TARDIS. The Doctor held her tighter. If the Master was trying to get to him through Rose, he had to keep her safe - because it would work. The Doctor would do anything for his Rose… anything at all. He knew that the Master knew as well, and that was dangerous. Of all the people who knew, it had to be the Master. Four sharp raps on the TARDIS door, and the Doctor steeled himself. He broke away from Rose and marched to the door, pressing his ear against the cool wood. He knew the Master was doing the same thing, and the only thing separating their faces was the TARDIS. "Master." the Doctor said quietly, and he knew the Master could hear him. "Doctor." the Master whimpered.

The Doctor straightened and cast a glance at Rose over his shoulder, his hand resting on the bolt keeping the door closed. "Stay in here, Rose." he commanded quietly. "What the hell d'you think you're doing?" she demanded. He shook his head and looked back at the door, then opened it and slipped outside. The Master was there - just one of him - waiting for the Doctor with a sad smile on his face. "The last of the Time Lords." he mumbled. The Doctor chuckled and nodded. "Look what we've become." he whispered. The Master looked down at his shoes. "Why is she so special?" he wondered without looking up. The Doctor made a confused face. "What?"

"Why is Rose Tyler so special?"

He stuttered. "Well, she's - she's - erm…"

"Why can't I find someone like that? Doctor… all these years, and I've had no one. Not that bitch Lucy, no one. And you just happen to stumble upon some girl and… how can I find someone like that?" the Master begged, tears fresh in his eyes. The Doctor couldn't help but to pity him - and even empathise with the madman. "Why are you doing this?" he finally said softly. The Master smirked. "What else is there to do?"

"Come with me. Travel with me in the TARDIS. We can go round the Universe and do better than this. Come on."

A pause. "And what about the Time Lords? You're just gonna let them - let them rot in the Time War?" the Master spat with venom. The Doctor sighed. "There's nothing I could do for them."

"Not alone, no. But together - oh, Doctor. Think of all the things we could do together. We could rule the Universe!"

"Master… no."

"But why not? You've been saving everyone for so long… you've been trying so hard, and where's your reward?"