The Master

[The first thing that one is able to see on the screen is fire. A decent amount of it. Flames are lighting up a few trees and the ruins of a building that could have already been ruins, could have been whole before--it's hard to tell. Destruction, simply. Thankfully, it's confined to a small area.

The Master is sitting off to the side, absentmindedly twirling his laser screwdriver in his hand. He does not look happy in the least. It's mostly anger, but there's a twinge of sadness there as well. But just a very slight twinge, almost completely unnoticable.]

Doctor, Doctor, Doctor. [He's muttering to himself. Even that is hard to hear, as he's not close to the screen.] My dear Doctor. Just you wait until you get here. Things are going to be a little different.

[A pause, and he grins slightly.]

Playtime is going to change. I'll make it.