"I don't want to lock you up. I'll let you out when I can trust you enough." Hitting him where it hurt, of course. The last ones. The Doctor leaned back against the console, clutching it hard enough to turn his knuckles white. He bit down on his lower lip and then spoke again, his voice quiet but insistent. "You know that's not the way I want to do this. We are better than this. All we have is..." He broke off and shook his head. "Please, Master. Please, just stay." Stay with him, stay sane, stay alive.

He shook his head sadly and pushed away from the console, heading toward the corridor the Master had turned to before. "Come, Jack. I'm sorry."