A tall and thin, Edwardian gentleman in his mid-forties, with an elegant, yet curious face, pale skin, striking blue eyes, a high forehead, dark, greying hair, with mild streaks of white sprouting from the temples, and devilish, shadow-sunken eyes steps out of the fog, stalking gracefully towards a blue police box

"Blast! The Master's such a handful, even in android form. He left the door unlocked. That's the last time I'm trusting him with the TARDIS key. Not that he could leave from it anyway..."

He sighs, a strange mix of annoyance and wistfulness in his voice.