The Doctor gripped the Master's hand, feeling the regeneration energy starting. It wasn't about the face, at least not really. It was about so many other things. About who he was, who he'd learned to be. How much he'd been through and it all had happened so fast. What a lost life. He didn't want it all to end.

Oddly it did help that the Master was there. It made it feel a little less pointless. One bit of success.

"You'll be the first face I see." How about that.