The Master was sitting peacefully. Which was an oddity in itself as he was definitely a being of action and never allowed himself to rest in one place for any length of time.
For once the Master's mind was clear of the annoying sounds of drums and... To be honest the Master rather missed them. At least when they were beating, driving him on to greater and greater acts of what some would say was megalomania, it hadn't left him a lot of time to think about what he was doing.
Now that the drums were gone he was trapped within the silence of his own mind and had nothing to do but reflect and think upon his life.
The second oddity of the Master's day was that he was sitting on a tombstone in a cemetery in some backwater area of what appeared to be Earth but didn't quite feel like the 'right' Earth to him. For one thing, no one knew him as Saxon, once Prime Minister of England and now a wanted man. No one here recognized him at all.
The cemetery was a peaceful and quiet location because the humans of the area believed the place was somehow cursed. At least that was what the master had been led to believe until he heard footsteps coming up behind him.