"He thinks we can go to Gallifrey." The Doctor was very careful about keeping his voice down this time, his back to Koschei because he had no idea what his expression must be like right now. Not casual in the least, he was sure of that much. The Master had been the only one to remember Gallifrey, the only one to comprehend the loss, in all its complexity. And now that was gone and even with Koschei there, ready to go with him, he felt ever more alone.

"I've set the course. We should get there soon. Entire planet is a market, pretty much. You can get anything there." He looked at Jack, still holding on to his hand. This was awkward, so very much, after what had happened just recently. He had possessive tendencies, always had, hypocritically, but he could rein them in. "You can definitely get whatever you want there."