Sorry not to have put THIS on the previous page:

*: in the Doctor Who novels (or audios I can't remember) in which we learn more about the Doctor's and the Master's past lives on Gallifrey, we also learn the Master ("Koschei" then) married a woman who actually was a Rassilon's spy and that they ended up to kill each other with guns (and regenerate afterwards).

POV Alison

She went out with the Doctor. Again, she asked why the Master couldn't come with them. Again the Doctor replied he just technically could not, that if he did he would simply die.

"It is a bit risky, isn't it? He uses to tell me the Tardis is the worst prison he ever got in and he looked forward escaping from." She said.

"No need to worry Alison, the Master always feared death."

"Well, like everyone else I guess?"

"Except he wants and can do anything to avoid it. I think you caught a glimpse of his memory recently." **

She recalled all that blood drenching hands that weren't hers back in that dark cave. At first sight, she really couldn't have expected the Master to be a bloodthirsty mass murderer. How could he be a friend of the Doctor? And above all, if he was so dangerous and untrustworthy, why the Doctor saved and kept him then? Nevertheless, she kept thinking it was unfair they could go out exploring and discovering while he couldn't. The truth, she thought, was the Doctor was way weirder than the Master. Unlike with this latter, she never managed to guess what the Doctor was thinking about, as if his brain was constantly spinning around.

After quite a long walk, they ended up before a stunning mountain range standing in front of the cliff where they were. What a wonderful sight, Alison thought.

"Where are we?" She asked.

"In Japan as it seems. Probably the eighteenth century. The samurais' era. And Sakoku's era." The Doctor answered a bit embarrassed.

"What is it?"

"Japan is a closed country during this time. No foreigner is allowed and people who try to leave are likely to be sentenced to death ."

"You kidding me right?"

"Well go ask them." He said pointing at a group of angry and armed to the teeth warriors who were running towards them.

"Asoko kuzu no gaijin aru zo! (There are scums of foreigners over there)"One of them said.

"So basically…"The Doctor started.

"What?" Alison more and more worried asked.

"RUN!" He shouted taking his companion's arm.

POV Master

Here he was again. On his own with the old girl. Neither did she like him, which was quite normal. So he tried, as he did every time the Doctor was off (or on, it didn't actually matter for the Doctor only talked to him to ask for something), to keep being busy by reading, swimming in the pool, pretending to fix the Tardis or simply by sleeping (or more precisely by switching himself off). He was so bored and annoyed here. He had to admit it: his life now was pure rubbish. Every time, every second he felt so frustrated, so angry. With everyone; the Doctor, his insignificant companions, the Tardis, the Time Lords, or even himself. He has been indeed such an idiot, such an unthinking fool to accept being this dear Doctor's fill-in while he was realizing now he had better die.

It was by the way because of the death of the latest "wonderful" companion he was here. He could still recall this not-so-marvelous-actually scene. Gallifrey burning into ashes, the Daleks killing anything that moved, some Time Lords plotting with them and other trying in vain to escape… including himself. Except he was trying to flee from the Time Lords for they wanted him to be their best warrior to save them. He learnt then why he had this unbearable drumming noise inside of his head all along his life.

That bloody noise that has made him half mad. Fortunately he had this steel will of his and his never-ending world conquest dream that helped him not to become it completely.

He recalled he was covered with blood and open wounds running breathlessly until he bumped into a stone and collapsed. There, he was going to die pitifully either killed by those who used him or by the Daleks. If he could, he'd choose them, they are far less cruel.

Besides, as if it wasn't terrible enough, here he was thinking of the Doctor. Whereas he always refused his help now he wanted it so badly. He was pathetic. He felt like this frightened child he once was, surrounded with bullies who meant him harm and wishing his Thete would come to save him. What a fool, how the Doctor could possibly save him now? Apart from the fact he killed his one-day companion before his eyes last time they've seen each other, that he tormented some others and, of course, tried to take over the universe so many times, his dear Doctor was not anyway here. In spite of it, he decided to think of him as the last thing he would do. He heard the too recognizable "Exterminate! Exterminate!" getting near.

"Farewell, Doctor."

**short novel "Feast of Stone": .