The Doctor's body slammed into the ground and burst like a watermelon, spurting blood everywhere. The Master watched with interest from his perch on the TARDIS. With a fall like that, the Doctor didn't even have a chance to regenerate. He was dead the moment he left the TARDIS. The Master looked back at Jack, with his bones still crunching into place and screaming in agony. Although, the Time Lord suspected it wasn't the pain of reforming that Jack was screaming at. If he was honest with himself, he felt a pang in his hearts as he watched the Doctor's body leak out onto the pavement. Quickly, he jumped to the controls and flew the TARDIS down there, next to the cadaver, and then knelt beside the Doctor's corpse. Little tongues of Artron energy were dissolving from the blood, reaching into the air and then disappearing. The Master could feel it. The energy was dissolving into the atmosphere and surrounding him, thick and hot. Of course, the humans would never feel it, but this was the Doctor's soul. Artron energy broken up into the atmosphere of this planet would be combination that will prove deadly to many invading species, including Sontarans. Even after death, the Doctor would be protecting his favorite planet. The Master was shoved aside by Jack - mostly reformed. The human collapsed at the side of the Doctor's broken body - limbs mangled, skull split. The Master pursed his lips and watched Jack grieve, and then stepped back into the TARDIS. "Put this planet back together, Girlie. It's pathetic." he growled, slamming the doors shut. He heard Jack pounding on them, screaming to get in, but he simply piloted the TARDIS somewhere far away. Now that there was no one to stop him, he could do anything. And now that he could do anything, he had no idea what to do. With no one to try and succeed in stopping him, what fun was it? He might as well just be like the Doctor and save people because they can't take care of their miserable selves. The Master frowned. What the hell was he thinking? He couldn't become a goody-two-shoes like the Doctor! He ran his hand through his hair and leaned against the console, which abruptly went dark. The TARDIS emitted groans and moans, and the Master knew why. The Doctor was dead, so she would die. The Master's hearts were in pain as he listened to her mourning the Doctor. This was the song of the deceased Time Lord's TARDIS, now. Finally, the TARDIS went silent. She was dead.
Someone pounded on the TARDIS door, making the Master jump. He cursed himself and tentatively cracked the door open, but was shoved back by a man pushing his way in. The Master was held at gunpoint as the intruder checked outside and then slammed the door. He looked about the TARDIS and grinned. "Perfect. This should keep them out."
"Who the hell are you?" the Master spat. The stranger didn't move his gun away from the Master's skull, but he looked the Time Lord over and smirked. "I should ask the same of you."
"My name is the Master."
"Ooh, I love a man who's got a superiority complex."
"What?"
"What's your real name?"
"That is my name!"
"You're a Time Lord. You've got a real name. Tell me."
"I don't recognize that name anymore. I am the Master." the Master snarled. And then what the intruder had said hit him. "How did you know - "
"The TARDIS sorta gave it away."
"Who the hell are you?" the Master repeated, confused and irritated. The man smirked and lowered his gun, but didn't holster it in one of the two holsters hanging off of his belt. Although it was dark, the Master noticed the sword that also hung from the man's two belts. "I'm guessing it's not yours, though. Tell you what, you should never steal a Time Lord's TARDIS and then kill said Time Lord. The TARDIS dies with it, you know."
"Yes, I know that. I'm not an idiot." the Master snarled. The man shrugged and put his free hand on his hip. "We're gonna have to find a new place to hide. They'll get through that door in no time."
"Who's 'they'? And who are you?"
"Oh, just some police. Well, sort of mercenaries. They're called Judoon. Came down to Earth just to hunt me down."
"I know of them."
"Then you'll know why we've got to get going. They'll execute me." the stranger said. The Master crossed his arms and leaned against the console. "I'm not moving until you tell me who you are."
"Captain John Hart! Now, we've got to get moving!"
"What did you do?"
"Why does it matter?"
"Because I want to know."
Hart rolled his eyes and raised the gun again, pressing the barrel to the Master's skull. The Time Lord could sense that the Captain would have no problems shooting him there and then. "Why're you taking me when you could just kill me?" the Master demanded, his hearts racing.
"Because I need a hostage. And you're one hell of a valuable hostage. So, let's go." Hart hissed. The Master's hearts ached. The Doctor would've said that stupid French phrase he was so obsessed with - allons-y. Hart seized the Master's arm and dragged him out, but the Master didn't want to go. He didn't want to leave the TARDIS. He could've stayed there forever.