The Doctor lay in his bed. He coughed weakly. He hadnt really noticed the Master. He was curled up in his blankets. He was breathing deeply. He looked at Seclusion when and he sighed.
"I don't know why I wander off. I think its just the fever, everybody tells me I always do that."
He curled up more.
The Master was wandering around. He had got off the roof. He thought of harming Shakesphere to annoy the Doctor. But even he didnt feel like messing up time too much if he killed him.
"I don't know why I wander off. I think its just the fever, everybody tells me I always do that."
He curled up more.
The Master was wandering around. He had got off the roof. He thought of harming Shakesphere to annoy the Doctor. But even he didnt feel like messing up time too much if he killed him.