Memories and the Master

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"Doctor!" I ran to him, collapsing beside him and pulling him into my lap. He didn't respond at first, but then gave a hollow moan.

"Did he do this to you? Did the Master hurt you?" I asked him. He shook his head.
"No. They came and they took him." He sat up, struggling to his feet.

"Doctor!" I shouted after him as he shot up and away from me.

"Come on! We've got to go!" I followed him, slower.

" I lost him. I was unconscious. He's still on Earth, I can smell him, but he's too far away." He was telling the man called WIlfred Mott. I sat beside him dully.

"Listen, you can't park there. What if Donna sees it?" The Doctor waved off Wilf's concern.

"You're the only one, Wilf. The only connection I can think of. You're involved, if I could work out how. Tell me, have you seen anything? I don't know. Anything strange, anything odd?" Wilf leaned away, thinking. The Doctor had already told me of everything.

"Well, there was a-" He cut off and I leaned towards him.

"What? What is it? Tell us." I pressed.

"Well, it was. No, it's nothing." Wilf assured us. I pressed my hand to my head and tried to gather my thoughts.

"Think-a think-a think. Maybe something out of the blue. Something connected to your life. Something." The Doctor ran a hand through his hair and crossed his legs impatiently.

"Well, Donna was a bit strange. She had a funny little moment, this morning, all because of that book." Wilf admitted.

"What book?" I pressed.

"His name's Joshua Naismith." Wilfred brandished showed us the book.

"That's the man. I was shown him by the Ood."

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