The Doctor was quite enjoying his walk around the town, getting a feel for th place, at the moment. It wasn't Metebelis III, but the town was pretty and the weather was perfect. Eventually he'd find the library. And other people to talk to.
The Master entered the jail. He surveyed the place rapidly, and grabbed a chair, to sit square in front of the cell, just our of arms length if John tried to grab him. "John Hart, I do believe?"