"Two million, two hundred and twenty-two thousand two hundred and forty one point one four two repeating." There. Feast on that one.

It was obviously helping. The Master opened his eyes and looked over at the Doctor with an exhausted expression. "TARDIS," he said, and though the inflection didn't suggest it, it was a sort of a question. He hoped they would both go along with it.

The Doctor's TARDIS had developed something of an affinity for him. –sort of terrifying, considering what he had done to her, but then she was every bit as (no, don't say that word)– Her energy would help.