Now each of the Doctors sat in the small shop fiddling with their items and looking up at Sid with inquisitive looks.
"Now, I bet you are wondering what a keymaster is. Well, they are you. Simple as that. The planets are in danger again, and you have been chosen to save them. Funny enough, you are not the first I have seen today. About 12 hours ago a strange man with a strange accent came barreling into town inside the same sort of machine. He was livid and nearly blew a gasket just walking up the stairs. Luckily he calmed down after time and is now resting." As soon as Sid finished the word "resting" the door behind him swung open and a thin man with light curl in his gray hair and articulate clothing stood with his big bloodshot eyes.
"Well, if it isn't the rest of the brigade. As for me I need no more rest." He spoke in an obvious Scottish accent. "We aren't the only ones that fell through the rift. 'He' is here as well."
7,8, and 10 stood, and the rest stood in awe. "You don't mean," 7 started to say but was cut off by this 12th man.
"Yes, the Master is here, and he has your successor," 12 said pointing at 8. "Captive. We have to get him back if we have any chance of returning to our own lines."
4 stood and straightened his hat. "Well, then let's get started." He then began running out to the TARDIS to lead his compatriots to this fun adventure.
3 whispered to 5, "The one time he isn't stuck in the time vortex, and he goes running off. Brilliant." The rest then followed, and began repair work on the TARDIS, getting it ready for the travel to new worlds.