The Doctor was quiet for a long moment as he thought over what Leela had said. Steam rose from his tea, carrying with it a familiar and welcome aroma, but he'd almost forgotten about the cup in his hands.
"Not long ago, the TARDIS told me and the other me that she's worried. She feels like the timelines are moving toward something bad involving the Master and Romana. She can't be certain, of course, but she knows time better than even a Time Lord. Who am I to argue with her about what she sees?"
He sighed and pushed back from the table, running both hands over his hair so that the mop of brown stood on end. "I think Romana genuinely has feelings for the Master. I think that she wants to believe he's changed for the better. Maybe he has ... or maybe he hasn't, and he's playing us all like fiddles. Or maybe he's just not changed enough. I don't know. I haven't seen enough of them together. I haven't had a chance to speak to him properly, either, and I'm not sure it would help if I did. The other Doctor wants to watch them. To spy on them, really, and I'm inclined to agree with him that it's a good idea, no matter how many reservations I might have."