People take pictures of each other, just to prove that they really existed

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After his and the Rani's lovely run-in with the park's giant friendly neighborhood reptile, the Master had only one place he could think of to go.

Because it was really quite simple. It had soaked in, and everything was... remarkably easy to understand suddenly.

That thing knew exactly who they were. And what they did. And the name of their language. And it talked about them as though they were archetypes. It was impossible for it to know anything that it did (never even mind the talking bit, which was making him more and more thankful that he had never majored in biology at the Academy).

Which left only one explanation.

Somehow it made him feel generally better about himself. Until he really thought about it, that is. Then it made him feel much, much worse.

So the only two choices were to either crawl into a hole and die, or go pester the one person who could possibly be made to feel worse about it than he already did. The Master decided that he was rather partial to improving his own mood at the moment. He could always crawl into a hole and die later.

He let himself into the TARDIS and started scanning for pinstripes.