The Master was strolling out of the coffee shop when he collided with someone. Startled, he was glad for the steadiness of the other person. It took him a moment to get himself sorted, but it was too late. He knew that voice and it was a voice that he really did not like hearing. It always meant a pain in his head for a very long time worse than those damn drums.
"Why would you do that?" he asked when the Doctor spoke of looking for him.