You don’t know why the Master favored you among the other humans. He’d given you the largest room on the Valiant, and brought you whatever you wanted. He treated you like royalty compared to the other humans and the Doctor.

One afternoon, you were cooped up in your room, like you usually are to avoid any interaction with the Master, when the man himself walks into your room. He tends to do this sometimes, letting himself in and attempting small talk. This time was different, though. You had your old, broken pocket watch in your hand, running your fingertips along the strange, familiar engravings on it. It was odd, though. You couldn’t bring yourself to remember where you got it from.

“Good evening, darling, how are you—?”

His gaze settles on your watch, his eyes widening.

“Where… where did you get that?”