You don’t know how long it had been. Weeks, months, maybe, since the Doctor had accidentally left you on an alien planet, one that doesn’t take too kindly to visitors.

Now you lay on the floor of your dingy, empty cell, trying not to irritate the whip lashes covering your back. Suddenly, you hear the door swing open, and a very familiar voice rings out in the cell. The Master.

“Well well, look who it is! The Doctor’s little pet, all alone. What are you doing here, dear?”

He kneels down beside you, cupping your scarred jaw with one hand.