His words came with a tiny smile. She knew that most people couldn't even imagine the things they'd done. It was hard. And she knew it. So many things, so little time. Well... in their case it was so much time. And that had been one of the problems and one of the great things. After coming back, it had been such a struggle to explain the changes in her with the people she had once been her friends. And then there had been a call from UNIT and the mysterious recommendation from on high that had gotten her both her position and her meeting with Sir Lethbridge-Stewart and a friendship. It was something she missed now. He'd understood.
Martha opened her eyes and looked over at Sam. "He is an amazing man," she said with a nod. "I'd say one of a kind but he's can regenerate into different people." It was amusing but at the same time it was rather sad. Eventually the Doctor would regenerate into a person she didn't know, didn't have the same connection with. And instead of taking advantage of it, she was here. And not at home.
The obvious question came soon after. she'd been waiting for it, wondering how much she could explain it. Everyone here knew the master. After this, perhaps it would give more insight into her constant feuding with Romana over the subject. The public feuding anyway.
Martha say back in her chair before continuing. This part was harder. Why? Because she'd seen everyone. Walked everywhere. "In order to become Prime Minister, legally, by election, he needed to find a way to convince the people... he got a fake persona, life, car, degrees, wife, everything, and used a psychic link. He'd been a telecommunications giant, the Archangel Network. It was everywhere. In all the phones, and the lines were encrypted with a small message. A beating, a beeping, a taping, that sounded like the heartbeat of a Timelord. And that was what he used to get everyone to believe in Harold Saxon and got himself elected, by encoding the message for us to vote for him in the beat." While he'd asked how they'd beaten him, this was key to understanding.
"I walked the earth, country to country, slave housing to slave housing, and I told the story; about the Doctor and how he'd saved us so many times and had never asked for anything in return. I told them everything." She looked down. "They were terrible. Overcrowded, filthy, barely enough food for everyone..." She sighed shaking her head at the memory. "For an entire year I walked the globe under the cover of searching for pieces of a weapon that could kill a Timelord," she managed a small smile at that. "But that is as far as anyone connected to the Master knew." She pulled the TARDIS Key out of her pocket and held it in her palm. "This is what let me keep going. I've shown you what it can do. She paused here for a moment before continuing. She'd never told the whole story before. Torchwood had taken Jack's word and her for it and UNIT had taken the Doctor's recommendation. Yes there had been questions, but nothing that would have made her tell the whole story.
"A year later I came back to England, and using a local doctor who had privileges that allowed him to move around. And coming back to London, I told my last story. That's what I'd been doing. Just telling a story. Giving the people hope and instructions. We used the Archangel Network against the Master and restored the doctor to his normal form, he'd been made to look the whole of his 904 years." She sighed. "But I had to stand down and stare down the Master. We took him down using his own invention against him. Jack freed himself, destroyed the paradox machine and time spun - literally out of control. Rewriting itself..." She didn't say anymore. "After it happened, I just couldn't leave. Not again. The Doctor offered, But I just couldn't leave them." she half closed her eyes. And all of this had happened because she had opened a watch.