Even the Master knew when he was beaten. He grudgingly raised his hands as the sounds of the mob increased.
He had no other choice. "Doctor, please. I can't reach my TARDIS in time. I need your help."
The Doctor stared at him, then slowly shook his head.
The mob was on them. The Master whirled, catching the leader's eye. "I am the Master, and you-" he was hit on the back of the head, and fell to the ground. The mob howled, and descended on him with their knives out.
Blood spattered across the Doctor's face, but he just smiled.
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