"We've got you regardless of what the Doctor thinks about it," grumbles Andrew, arching an eyebrow in her direction. They'd better be able to rely on her, he thinks. Otherwise, he doesn't know what the universe is coming to.

He sucks in a breath, more hurt than he would have expected by the knowledge that the Master here isn't his Master the one he's come to know and grudgingly accept. "Are you sure?" he asks.