There really was no time to waste, but at least the Doctor had the grace to look guilty and apologetic as he let go of Jack. He wasn't sure what he would have said even if he could have said anything, so instead he stayed silent and just pulled the Master's body up until he could kiss him, fingers running through his hair, eyes screwed shut. He didn't know if this could work. It had certainly never been tried. But something was happening and then there was a gasp and only when he opened his eyes did he realize that it had come from the Master.

The Master who only took the time to glare at him with all the hatred he could muster before losing consciousness. But he was alive. He was breathing. The Doctor ran his hands down his body, pressing them against his chest and, when he felt both hearts beat, he finally smiled.