“Oh, darling… you didn’t actually believe I was the Doctor, did you?”

The Doctor— no, the Master, chuckles. He approaches you slowly, his grin seeming almost devious.

“Don’t try to escape, I’ve already locked the door.”

He stops in front of the mirror, adjusting his bow tie.

“You know, when I first regenerated, I was wondering why I was given the Doctor’s old face. But now I think I know why. It’s so I could be with you, my dear.”

He takes another step closer.