He lands the Tardis in stables on the grounds of a mansion. He opens the door and steps out followed by Wilfred.
"We've moved. We've really moved!" Wilfred says amazed.
"You should stay here." He tells him.
"Not bloody likely."
"And don't swear. Hold on." He pulls out the Tardis, key and points it at the Tardis which disappears in front of their eyes. " Just a second out of sync. Don't want the Master finding the Tardis. That's the last thing we need." He says. They walk to the doors of the stables and stand off to the side watching a patrol march across the grounds.
"That book said he's a billionaire. He's got his own private army."
"Down here." He says noticing a small door located in an archway. He opens the door and leads Wilfred down the stairs. and into a small through another archway into a small room as he enters he hears a female saying.
"And the multiple overshots have triplicated."
"Nice Gate." He says pleasantly.
"Hello. Sorry." Wilfred says.
"Don't try calling security, or I'll tell them you're wearing a Shimmer. Because I reckon anyone wearing a Shimmer doesn't want the Shimmer to be noticed, or they wouldn't need a Shimmer in the first place." He says looking around.
"I'm sorry? What's a Shimmer?" She asks him.
He pulls his sonic out and points it at her. "Shimmer." He says with a smile as she turns green with little spikes on her.
"Oh, my Lord. She's a cactus." Wilfred says.
"Miss Addams?" A male voice calls out from another room.
He heads to the computer, puts on his glasses and gets to work trying to figure out what they are up to. "He's got it working, but what is it? What's working?" He asks as another man enters the room.
"What are you doing here?" The man asks and he pulls out the sonic again and without looking at the man points it at him. "Shimmer." He goes back to his work. "Now, tell me quickly, what's going on? The Master, Harold Saxon, Koschei, whatever you're calling him, what's he doing up there?"
"I don't know, but I checked the readings. He's done good work." The man says, "It's operational."
"Who are you, though?" He hadn't met a race that looked like them before.
"I'm Rossiter and we're Vinvocci." Rossitier says.
"And the Gate is Vinvocci." Addams continues, "We're a salvage team. We picked up the signal when the humans reactivated it. And as soon as it's working, we can transport it to the ship."
"But what does it do?"
"Well, it mends. It's a simple as that. It's a medical device to repair the body. It makes people better."
"No, there's got to be more." He runs his hands roughly through his hair. "Every single warning says the Master's going to do something colossal."
"So that thing's like a sickbed, yes?" Wilfred chimes in.
"More or less." Addams says.
"Well, pardon me for asking, but why is it so big?" Wilfred inquires.
"Oh, good question." He hadn't thought of that one. "Why's it so big?"
"It doesn't just mend one person at a time. That would be ridiculous.
It mends whole planets." Addams says.
He feels his blood going cold and his hearts leap up into his throat. "It does what?" He asks.
"It transmits the medical template across the entire pop..." But he doesn't hear the rest of it as he takes off through the corridors and up the stairs. He burst through the doors and sees soldiers standing there with The Master in a straight jacket in the middle of the room. The Master smiles at him as he enters the room.
"Turn the Gate off right now!" He screams as he enters.
"At arms!" A voice says and the soldiers point there guns at him.
"No, Whatever you do, just don't let him near that device." He begs them.
"Oh, like that was ever going to happen." The Master easily throws off the straight jacket and gets in to the Gate, before they have time to react.
"Homeless, was I? Destitute and dying? Well, look at me now."
"Deactivate it. All of you, turn the whole thing off!" He pleads.
"He's inside my head." Naismith says.
"Get out of there!" He calls to the Master as the gate activates, He starts to head towards the Master and he sends a blast of energy and knocks him off his feet.
"Doctor! Doctor, there's, there's this face." Wilfred cries coming up behind him.
"What is it? What can you see?" He asks as he stands up not taking his eyes off the Master.
"Well, it's him. I can see him."
He goes to the computer and starts trying to shut down the Gate. "I can't turn it off." He says angrily.
"That's because I locked it, idiot." The Master taunts him.
He sees a set of glass cubicles on one side of the room with technicians in them who are containing the radiation of the Gate. "Wilfred! Get inside. Get him out."
He enters one of a pair of glass sided cubicles, and Wilfred swaps places with a technician in the other.
"Just need to filter the levels." He tells Wilfred.
"Oh, I can see again! He's gone."
"Radiation shielding. Now press the button. Let me out." He tells Wilfred.
"You what?"
"I can't get out until you press the button. That button there." He says pointing the best he can. Wilfred hits one of the buttons and his door is opened leaving Wilfred locked in.
"Fifty seconds and counting." The Master announces happily.
"To what?" He asks him.
"Oh, you're going to love this."
He rushes back to the computer and starts trying to override the lock and shut the thing down. He hears a phone ring and looks over to see Wilfred pull his out of his pocket.
"Hello? Oh, God. Donna?" Wilfred pauses. "But wait a minute. I mean, what about you? Can't you see anything?" Wilfred asks Donna confused.
"What is it, hypnotism? Mind control. You're grafting your thoughts inside them, is that it?" He asks the Master blocking out Wilfred's conversation."
"Oh, that's way too easy. No, no, no. They're not going to think like me, they're going to become me." The Master face lights up at his confusion. "And, zero!"
A blast of energy moves out from the Master and the Gate. Every face in the room, except for his and Wilfred's face, turn blurry for a moment and then become the Masters. He immediately thinks of Rose and Kiam. Rose would change but he wasn't sure if Kiam could.
"You can't have." He tells the Master.
"Doctor? She's starting to remember." He hears Wilfred call behind him. "What is it? What have you done, you monster?"
"Oh, I'm sorry, are you talking to me?" The Master asks.
"Or to me?"
"Or to us?" One of the Masters dressed as a Solider asks.
"Breaking news. I'm everyone. And everyone in the world is me!" The Tv host announces.
He is grabbed roughly by the soldiers and forced onto a trolley where they bind him and then force a gag in his mouth as he tries to tell the Master to let him go.
"Now then, I've got a planet to run. Is everybody ready?" The Master says turning towards the Tv screen which has been changed and now shows multiple Masters wearing different clothes.
"Six billion, seven hundred and twenty seven million, nine hundred and
Forty nine thousand three hundred and thirty eight versions of us awaiting orders." One answers
"This is Washington. As President of the United States, I can transfer all the United Nations protocols to you immediately, putting you in charge of all the Earth's defenses."
"UNIT HQ, Geneva reporting. All under your command, sir."
"And this is the Central Military Commission here in Beijing, sir, with over two point five million soldiers, sir. Present arms!"
"Enough soldiers and weapons to turn this planet into a warship." The Master comes close to him and leans over closely. "Nothing to say, Doctor? What's that? Pardon? Sorry?"
"You let him go, you swine." Wilfred calls out from inside the booth.
"Oh, your dad's still kicking up a fuss."
"Yeah? Well, I'd be proud if I was." He feels proud for a moment but the feeling quickly fades. He liked Wilfred but he had Wilfred had no idea the terrible things he had done. He didn't know the side of him that had considered giving his son up or the side that kept pushing Rose away.
"Hush, now. Listen to your Master." A phone ringing breaks the silence in the room. "But that's a mobile." The Master says confused.
"Yeah, it's mine. Let me turn it off." Wilfred says.
"No, I don't think you understand. Everybody on this planet is me. And I'm not phoning you, so who the hell is that?" He asks Wilfred angrily heading over to him. One of the Master's clones enters the booth and opens the door on Wilfred's side. The Master reaches in and pulls Wilfred out.
"It's nobody. I tell you, it's nothing." Wilfred cries out. "It's probably one of them ring-back calls." The Master searches through Wilfred's pockets and pulls out a revolver. He throws it aside and then starts digging again. He pulls out a phone and opens it. He looks at the screen but doesn't put it to his ear.
"Donna. Who's Donna?" The Master asks.
"She's no one. Just leave it." Wilfred begs him.
Who is she? Why didn't she change?" The Master asks him.
"Well, it was this thing the Doctor did. He did it to her. The Metacrisis." Wilfred says.
"Oh, he loves playing with Earth girls. Ugh!" The Master looks at him and he narrows his eyes at him, but that also made him wonder. If Donna didn't change and the Master hadn't noticed was it possible that Kiam didn't change either. He hoped the little boy would stay hidden while he sorted this out. He couldn't possibly get to him while tied up and he didn't know for sure whether or not he was Timelord enough not to be affected.
"Find her. Trace the call." The Master says. "Say goodbye to the freak, Granddad." He holds out the phone to Wilfred who cries out.
"Donna, get out of there! Just get out of there. I'm telling you, run!"
"She's on Wessex Lane, Chiswick. Open the phone lines. Everyone on Wessex Lane. Red alert." One of the Clones tells the Master.
"Run, sweetheart, that's all. Run for your life!" Wilfred calls into the phone. "Donna? What's happening? Are you still there?" Wilfred pauses as he listens to Donna. "Look, I'm telling you to run, Donna.
Just run, sweetheart." He tells Donna desperately.
Wilfred's eyes fill with tears. "Doctor she remembers." The phone goes dead as Wilfred continues to yell Donna into it.
He smiles at the Master through his gag and then winks at him. The Master storms over and removes his gag.
"That's better." He stretches his mouth. "Hello. But really, did you think I'd leave my best friend without a defense mechanism?"
"Doctor? What happened?" Wilfred asks him.
"She's all right. She's fine, I promise. She'll just sleep." He reassures Wilfred.
"Where's your Tardis?" The Master asks him.
"Where's River?"
"Tell me, Where is the Tardis." The Master asks him again.
"You could be so wonderful." He says noticing one of the guards.
"Where is it?"
"You're a genius. You're stone cold brilliant, you are. I swear, you really are. But you could be so much more. You could be beautiful. With a mind like that, we could travel the stars. It would be my honor. Because you don't need to own the universe, just see it. To have the privilege of seeing the whole of time and space. That's ownership enough." He tells the Master.
"Would it stop, then? The noise in my head?" The Master asks him.
"I can help." He tells him.
"I don't know what I'd be without that noise."
"I wonder what I'd be, without you, old friend."
"Yeah."
"What does he mean? What noise?" Wilfred asks not understanding.
"It began on Gallifrey, as children. Not that you'd call it childhood. More a life of duty. Eight years old. I was taken for initiation, to stare into the Untempered Schism." The Master says.
"What does that mean?"
"It's a gap in the fabric of reality. You can see into the Time Vortex itself. And it hurts." He tells Wilfred as he remembers looking into it. It was then that he began to run.
"They took me there in the dark. I looked into time, old man, and I heard it calling to me. Drums. The never ending drums. The noise exists within my head, and now within six billion heads. Everyone on Earth can hear it. Imagine. Oh. Oh, yes." He jumps up happily. "But what did you say to me, back in the wasteland? You said the end of time."
"I said something is returning. I was shown a prophecy. That's why I need your help."
"What if I'm part of it? Don't you see? The drumbeat is calling from so far away. From the end of time itself. And now it's been amplified six billion times. Triangulate all those signals. I could find its source. Oh, Doctor. That's what your prophecy was. Me!" The Master comes close to him again and then slaps him hard across the face. "Where's the Tardis?"
"No. Just stop. Just think." He begs the Master.
"Kill him." The Master tells the guard and the guard heads over to Wilfred.
"I need that technology, Doctor. Tell me where it is, or the old man is dead."
"Don't tell him." Wilfred begs.
"I'll kill him right now!" The Master says.
"Actually, the most impressive thing about you is that after all this time, you're still bone dead stupid." He says taking a different approach since complimenting him didn't seem to work. "You've got six billion pairs of eyes, but you still can't see the obvious, can you?"
"Like what?" The Master asks him.
"That guard is one inch too tall."
The guard knocks out the Master with his rifle butt, then removes his helmet to reveal a green spiky head.
"Oh my God, I hit him. I've never hit anyone in my life." Rossiter freaks out as Addams rushes in.
"Well, come on. We need to get out of here fast." She tells them.
She goes over to Wilfred while Rossiter starts on the straps holding him down.
"God bless the cactuses!" Wilfred says.
"That's cacti." He corrects Wilfred.
"That's racist!" Rossiter says.
"Come on! We've got to get out." Addams says frantically.
"There's too many buckles and straps."
"Just wheel him." She says.
"No, no, no. Get me out." But Rossiter doesn't listen and goes behind him and leans him backwards. "No, no, no, don't." He cries as he feels himself being pushed forward. "Don't! No, no, no." They wheel him down a corridor.
"Which way?" Rossiter asks.
"This way." Addams responds.
"No. The other way. I've got my Tardis." He asks. He was feeling the sick from being pushed around and getting angry that they wouldn't listen to him.
"I know what I'm doing." Rossiter tells him.
"No, no, no, just just listen to me!" They head down the hall way and at the end of the hall is a set of stairs. "Not the stairs. Not the stairs!" He cries out as they start to head down them, jostling his whole body and causing the straps to dig in painfully. "Worst rescue ever! Just stop and listen to me!" He tries again.
They make it into the basement where the Master runs in with his guards.
"Gotcha."
"You think so?" Addams asks him. She presses a button on her wrist watch and they are transported to a ship.
"Now get me out of this thing!" He says through clenched teeth.
"Don't say thanks, will you." Rossiter pouts.
"He's not going to let us go. Just hurry up and get me out!"
"Oh, my goodness me. We're in space!" Wilfred says heading to a window.
It takes a few minutes but they finally manage to get him free. He pulls out his sonic and zaps the teleport controls with his sonic to stop anyone else from coming through.
"Where's your flight deck?"
"But we're safe. We're a hundred thousand miles above the Earth." Addams tells him.
"And he's got every single missile on the planet ready to fire." He says calmly, though his eyes still blaze with anger.
"Good point." Addams runs out and he follows her. Noticing that Wilfred isn't following them he turns and runs back to him and gently takes his arm and leads him away from the window.
"But we're in space!" Wilfred says amazed.
"Yep."
He hurries up the flight deck. "We've got to close it down!" He tells them.
"No chance, mate. We're going home." Rossiter says.
"We're just a salvage team. Local politics has got nothing to do with us. Not unless there's a carnival. Sooner we get back to Vinvocci space the better." Addams adds.
"We're not leaving." He pulls out his sonic, points it at the controls and shuts down the entire system.
Addams rushes over to the controls. "No sign of any missiles. No sign of anything. You've wrecked the place!"
"The engines are burnt out. All we've got is auxiliary lights. Everything else is kaput. We can't move. We're stuck in orbit."
"I know you, though. I bet you've got a plan, haven't you?" Wilfred says hopefully to him. He turns and walks away from Wilfred and heads back to the teleport room wanting to be alone. He starts messing with the system but his thoughts are else where. He had caused all of this. He had been responsible for The Master escaping the Pandorica and he wasn't able to stop him from changing the world.
"Aye, aye. Got this old tub mended?" Wilfred says coming into the room.
"Just trying to fix the heating." He lies.
"Oh. I've always dreamt of a view like that. Hee, hee. I'm an astronaut. It's dawn over England, look. Brand new day. My wife's buried down there. I might never visit her again now. Do you think he changed them, in their graves?" Wilfred asks him, sitting down on a nearby step to look out the window again.
"I'm sorry." He says and moves to sit next to the man.
"No, not your fault."
"Isn't it?"
"Oh, 1948, I was over there. End of the Mandate in Palestine. Private Mott. Skinny little idiot, I was. Stood on this rooftop, in the middle of a skirmish. It was like a blizzard, all them bullets in the air. The world gone mad. Yeah, you don't want to listen to an old man's tales, do you?" Wilfred says.
"I'm older than you." He says simply.
"Get away."
"I'm nine hundred and eight." He tells him and smiles briefly at the look that crosses his face.
"What, really, though? Nine hundred years. We must look like insects to you."
"I think you look like giants." He tells him.
"Listen, I, I want you to have this. I've kept it all this time, and I thought.." Wilfred cuts off as he pulls the revolver out of his pocket and offers it to him. He looks at it and then pushes it away.
"No." He tells him.
"No, but if you take it, you could..."
"No. You had that gun in the mansion. You could have shot the Master there and then."
"Too scared, I suppose."
"I'd be proud. If you were my dad." He tells Wilfred truthfully.
"Oh, come on, don't start. But you said, you were told you will die. Well, it's him, isn't it? The Master is going to kill you."
"Yeah." He says sadly.
"Then kill him first."
"And that's how the Master started. It's not like I'm an innocent. I've taken lives. I got worse. I got clever. Manipulated people into taking their own." He sighs."Sometimes I think a Time Lord lives too long." Wilfred offers him the gun again and he puts his hands in his pockets and leans away. "I can't. I just can't."
"If the Master dies, what happens to all the people?"
"The template snaps." He tells him.
"What, they go back to being human? They're alive, and human. Then don't you dare, sir. Don't you dare put him before them. Now you take this. That's an order, Doctor. Take the gun. You take the gun and save your life. And please don't die. You're the most wonderful man and I don't want you to die." Wilfred says crying.
He looks away from him. "Never."
"A star fell from the sky. Don't you want to know where from? Because now it makes sense, Doctor." He hears the Master say and then hears over the system.
"It's an open broadcast. Don't reply, or he'll know where we are." Addams tells him.
"The whole of my life. My destiny. The star was a diamond.
And the diamond is a Whitepoint star. And I have worked all night to sanctify that gift. Now the star is mine. I can increase the signal and use it as a lifeline. Do you get it now? Do you see? Keep watching, Doctor. This should be spectacular. Over and out."
"What's he on about? What's he doing? Doctor, what does that mean?" Wilfred asks.
"A Whitepoint star is only found on one planet. Gallifrey. Which means it's the Time Lords. The Time Lords are returning."
"Well, I mean, that's good, isn't it? I mean, that's your people."
He questions himself for a moment and then takes the gun from Wilfred and runs back up the flight deck.