The Master snorts derisively, while Ambrose gets to his feet.
"Clearly this is something else," Ambrose answers, dusting himself off. "You've shrunk. So I'm going to assume you're both Andrew, and I'm going to be very upset with both of you if either of you do anything foolish." He gives them both a stern look that they should already be fairly familiar with, though perhaps not from this different angle.
"But first," he says, turning to the Doctor and helping him pick the Master up from the floor, each holding onto an arm to stop him escaping. "I really hope this works."
And then the three of them step into each other. It looks almost like a double exposure of film, phasing through one another, until they align and become one single, solid James. He staggers for a bit, but thankfully there's a pole for him to catch himself on while he regains his composure. That was more than a little unpleasant, and his head kind of hurts now that all the memories are coming together, particularly the three different viewpoints of the past minutes. He groans, rubbing his forehead.
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"Clearly this is something else," Ambrose answers, dusting himself off. "You've shrunk. So I'm going to assume you're both Andrew, and I'm going to be very upset with both of you if either of you do anything foolish." He gives them both a stern look that they should already be fairly familiar with, though perhaps not from this different angle.
"But first," he says, turning to the Doctor and helping him pick the Master up from the floor, each holding onto an arm to stop him escaping. "I really hope this works."
And then the three of them step into each other. It looks almost like a double exposure of film, phasing through one another, until they align and become one single, solid James. He staggers for a bit, but thankfully there's a pole for him to catch himself on while he regains his composure. That was more than a little unpleasant, and his head kind of hurts now that all the memories are coming together, particularly the three different viewpoints of the past minutes. He groans, rubbing his forehead.