Lock] I wouldn't save you from the path you wander. In desperation dreams any soul can set you free…

Dec 25, 2009 15:34

There's a refreshing chill to the Chicago air here on North Clark Street, compared to the unrelenting New Delhi warmth.  The Master would like to enjoy it.

Unfortunately, he's here on business.

The cold is already biting into his skin more than his Time Lord nerves should allow - his body, his real body, not this Rift-designed degrading clone - never suffered in temperature extremes which would bring humans to their knees.  And while it's not, so far as the city and season go, as cold as one might expect, it's certainly becoming annoying.

The list of annoyances the Master has resigned himself to endure...

It's still early.  This is a reputable  commercial part of town, which means that traffic this early on Christmas day is rather sparse, which means that he can count and discount the few people wandering by as Not the Doctor, Not the Doctor AGAIN, and One would think he didn't have a time machine.

At last here, in his second body, he has some dubious freedom from his keepers. Really, it would be better if the part of himself he left back at the Trust's very nice rented hotel did also, but these days, he'll take what he can get.

Every last bit of it.

the doctor (ten), the master

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