Becky's Mulder
Somehow, the Master was up and awake before the humans. Barely. He stumbled down the dining hall, stared at the coffee carafe for a long moment, for he decided to go with tea.
He grabbed a muffin, and orange, and a tea pot, and sank into a chair at the table. Eventually he'd work up the energy to move those things into his body. Really. Right now, zombie Time Lord.