The Master would just like to say that he thoroughly approves of this new look of Jenny's. The freckles are a nice touch.

Jenny says if he sticks around some seven hundred years down the line, he might just get lucky.

Seven hundred years down the line, she should be ruling worlds for him. So it's all good. After all, he has a lovely eleven regenerations left, and he's going to be rather more careful with them this time around

He better remember to stop by to visit. Or this body'll find someone much better than an old Time Lord to love.

*eyebrow* And neglect his protege? Never. Though if things go according to plan, she wouldn't even dream of such a thing by the time she's 700

Too much in love with him to ever want to do otherwise?

Well, if she wants to bring something as tiresome as *love* into it...

The months old does. The 700 year old is curious to know how the Master imagines her to be at this point in time.

Hmm. His. Unquestionably. Not in that she's in love with him or worships him or any of that, nor even that she follows his orders, but just that she's been so moulded by him at this point, the way her mind works so shaped, that her independent thought as a truly powerful, adult Time Lord leads her to exactly the same places that his would.

Now that? Is a very, very scary future.

*eyes dressing room*

Aww, but she'd be glorious. And he himself a true Pygmalion.

She would be, wouldn't she?

Beautiful and powerful and absolutely dangerous.

And all those emotions; the guilt about killing, regret for abandoning and hurting her father?

Gone. Not a trace left. The Doctor wouldn't even recognise her.

Of course.

Ah, now that is a victory against the Doctor. A decisive move in their neverending game. And, ooh, the Master popping by for a visit on one of the planets under Jenny's rule; and she's there on a throne, the cruel mistress, because one needs to present an image of some sort to the natives, after all. And he's found the Doctor there, and he just drags him before her, throws him down to the floor with a little smirk.

'What would you like done with him, my dear?'

Waits to see how long it takes for them to recognise each other.

We still need to do that someday.

Seriously.

We do. But, you know, this one far, far into the future. Ours would be while Jenny's still fresh, so to speak. And while Ten is still Ten. Just to drag out that torment a little more, because oh, isn't it lovely?

True. Doing it while she's still fresh and presenting the challenge of having to deal with her father would just break her and it would be terrific.

Eee, lovely