The Doctor could sense it too. At the corners of his mind, all at once. Brown eyes painted in that similar lost expression, that livid anger and tension tightening at his chest as he whirled around. The gun still hanging at his side, face scraped and bleeding and eyes resting both with a very sharp studying determination and a lost sort of confusion all at the same time.
He surveyed the Time Lord silently, the very same who had been facing him seconds before. His gaze narrowed a little, features a little bit harsher in the little light around them.
"....Master." He looked off a second, a painful sort of forced grin at the edge of his lips. Giving a soft, almost ironic slight laugh that seemed far too broken for the typically sometimes cocky, brave, determined man. This was not good. If he was here too, if this was where they'd ended up...oh, this was not good. "...What happened. Rassilon. The Time Lords." His eyes studied his once playmate, his voice urgent and almost impatient sounding in the empty area the two stood between. If something had happened, ohh, if they had been transported; the only or rather first thing that his brilliant mind quick fired too--they didn't have a lot of time. Absolutely none to waste. "Where are they..."