The Doctor gaped at the Master’s retreating back. Then he turned to Sirius.
“I…” he started. “That is. Um. I’d… better go look after him.”
He followed the Master, swiping a large glass –probably intended for soft drinks, but suited to his intentions– from the table as he went. He was going to need it.
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Date: 2007-11-04 07:56 pm (UTC)“I…” he started. “That is. Um. I’d… better go look after him.”
He followed the Master, swiping a large glass –probably intended for soft drinks, but suited to his intentions– from the table as he went. He was going to need it.