The Master nodded in understanding. When things got too rough, they ran. Both of them. It had been that way for years and was unlikely to change any time soon. "I liked Bill... she kept baking things for me and kept trying to talk to me. She was... nice," he admitted. "As for Handy, we'd been coming to terms with things. I should've tried to speak to him more."
He looked down at the floor and shoved his hands into the pockets of his trousers. "Your wife and I work together now. We've been chatting... comparing notes. I can see why you like her."
He fell silent, listening to the quiet hum of the TARDIS. "For what it's worth, I'm glad you let us finally track you down. Glad you're here. Don't get me wrong, I was angry when you ran off and packed a bag for me like some kind of discarded orphan. But I was also worried about you."