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[the Ninth Doctor appears on the plane, rubbing his forehead. he didn't mean to disappear for so long, but time flies when you're playing a rousing game of tag with your best enemy. especially if you're only sort of winning.]

Oi, one more day of this... [he roughly jams a fist into his jacket pocket and wanders off in an apparently random direction.]

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[... Errr. Random passerby goes 'Wat?']

[gives him a nod]

[Riiight...]

Things not going so well?

[it takes him a moment to register the question]

I show up half an hour late and he starts a civil war.

... Okay, back up. What?

The Master. The one back in my universe. He's had me running around for weeks now.

[Give him a second.] So... you're one of those Doctors?

[brief grin] Yep. I'll take a wild guess and assume you know my tenth.

No, actually. Heard about all of... you guys from someone else.

That's a first.

I'll bet it is. I kept hearing about a 'Doctor', but I'd never actually met one of you until now.

And is it everything you thought it would be?

I'll get back to you on that one.

Given up yet?

Nope.

In time, I'm sure.

Or maybe you'll wear yourself out.

Oh, Doctor, I'd never do that to you.

A man can dream.

And what dreams may come, should a man choose to dream. No, if I gave up playing with you, it would not be a very pretty picture that I'd paint in your wake.

[OH HELLO. Dorothy has a basketball. She's trying to get it to spin on the tip of her finger, to no avail-- but it's not like she's giving up, anyway.]

One more day of what?

Chasing the Master around. I think he's making up for lost time.

Oh? What'd he do that you have to chase him for? [She dribbles. The ball, not... y'know, spitting.]

He'll kill people. If I don't follow him, he'll kill people. Sometimes he still manages it.

Oh. [She stops dribbling.] You're a hero, then?

I try to be.

You're giving your life to save others', I'd call that pretty heroic.

[She hugs the basketball and looks all around her, as if she's making sure nobody's watching, and then steps closer] I don't trust him-- I mean, I'm not stupid, no matter how I look-- but I do try to get along with the Master. Better to make friends than enemies, and all that. But can you tell me more about what I'm dealing with? What I should expect, I mean. Because if I'm going to be protecting the people here, I should at least know what he's capable of.

You wouldn't believe how many times I've been asked this.

Right. [as if rattling off a grocery list] First off, don't get involved if he starts anything. He's been behaving himself on the plane for the most part, but he's not above pulling stunts to amuse himself -- or get my attention. Second, watch out for his eyes. The Master's a powerful hypnotist, he could force you into all kinds of things. [he pauses a moment, running through what else to mention] ... You know what both regenerations look like?

[Jogs over to wander beside him.] Him? [He recognizes the "why do you do this to me, Master?!" look.]

[mental hit, just for that, and the Master is out]

I don't know what he wants.

[absently rubs his head. Dumb Master.] The universe and entertainment from you, mostly likely.

Still having time machine troubles, are we?

Nah. I'm starting to look back on those fondly.

[arches an eyebrow]

Oh really? What is it this time, then?

An old friend [emphasized to clearly mean 'asshole who I hate'] is dragging me all over, making me clean up his messes.

Is something the matter, Doctor?

Problems with the Master.

He always seems to show up at the worst times, doesn't he?

It's his one true talent.

[totally recognises that kind of weary exasperation]

Master trouble?

Constantly.

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