The Master chases, the Doctor runs. That's how it has always been, that's how it will always end.
Deep inside his hearts the Master knows it.
It is one reason why the death of his human gnaws so much on him. With her it was the other way around.
But...
I took my time taking a long, hot shower. There was no bathtub and I wouldn't have used it anyway. For me there was either the shower or going for a swim properly. The TARDIS seemed to know that, so she hadn't provided a tub in the first place.
I stumbled over that thought, wondering how I might know that. Turning off the water I stepped out of the shower and looked around.
"You... can understand me, right?"
No words answered me, but I felt a light tingle in the air, a sense of moving electricity or maybe something similar to sound.
"There is no bathtub."
This time the tingling wore a strange, but distinct note of amusement.
"Then I was right. You knew I wouldn't use it anyway."
A soft hum in the air. I smiled. It really was communicating. And that with an almost childlike joy.
"You're a wonderful thing, aren't you." I walked out into my room and sat down on the bed. The mattress had a perfect hardness to it and the sheets were soft and smelled nice. The light-hose gave off a cosy orange glow, perfectly dim and soothing to my light sensitive eyes. There was a shelf with books and others filled with what looked to be random objects, probably souvenirs. I had always loved collecting them.
Everything in here was perfectly tailored to my tastes and needs. Not even for a second could I doubt the room was made for anyone else. How strange. Especially when I thought back to the cheap apartment I had been living in, with barely enough money to scrape by, random furniture I had either gotten because someone else wanted to throw it away or so cheap that it hardly held together. The perfect opposite to this.
It was the first time in my life it actually felt like a space was mine.
I dropped backwards on the bed and glared at the ceiling. Glowing dots stuck to it, creating a fake starry sky. How could someone's memories just... vanish? I couldn't imagine that I actually had wanted to forget. Not something like this. Let alone whatever else might wait for me outside. On a spaceship! With aliens!
All of those mysteries had to wait. My curiosity was killing me, sure, but there was also the strange fact that I clearly was intoxicated. I must have had consumed alcohol before the incident and I also felt the effects of having been up for too many hours. Unconsciousness sadly didn't compensate for sleep. And judging by this room I seemed to live here now. So everything would still be here the next day.
Probably. If it didn't turn out to be a weird dream.
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"You did what?!"
I winced at the loud outburst of Donna. She hadn't needed long to introduce herself, practically tackling me with a hug as soon as I came in sight. Her joy had turned to anger within a single second when she realised I had no clue who she was. A moment that scared me more than the whole memory thing itself. It was one of those moments when you get aware that you can't give what people expect of you, that you can't fulfil the image in their minds. It usually is the moment they either hurt or discard you.
