"Oh, of course," the Master said sarcastically, "you've done it before. You've done it all before, with him."
Frustrated anger coursed through him and he pulled away, turned away, pulses thudding and - no. The familiar thud of the drums, echoing his pulses, wasn't there. He freaked. Turned back to the Doctor with a white, strained face and grasped his upper arms. "They've gone! How am I supposed to... How do I cope?"