Well, perfect to look at, maybe. And it was, it was beautiful. They used to call it the Shining World of the Seven Systems. And on the continent of Wild Endeavour, in the mountains of Solace and Solitude, there stood the Citadel of the Time Lords. The oldest and most mighty race in the universe. Looking down on the galaxies below, sworn never to interfere, only to watch. Children of Gallifrey were taken from their families at the age of eight, to enter the Academy. Some say that's where it all began, when he was a child. That's when the Master saw eternity. As a novice, he was taken for initiation. He stood in front of the Untempered Schism. It's a gap in the fabric of reality through which could be seen the whole of the vortex. We stand there, eight years old, staring at the raw power of Time and Space, just a child. Some would be inspired. Some would run away. And some would go mad. Oh, I dunno.
[grinning, seemingly ignorant.] Oh! I know what it's like. It's like when you fancy someone and they don't even know you exist. That's what it's like. [he runs off.] Come on!
[Martha looks despairingly after him, then glances at Jack.]
Oh, how to shut him up? I know, memory lane! Professor Lazarus, remember him, with his, "Genetic Manipulation Device"? [Flashback appears] Did you think little Tish got that job merely by coinsidence? I've been laying traps for you all this time, and if I can concentrate all of that Lazarus Technology into one...little...Screwdriver. [The Doctor Stares, shocked.] But, oooh, if only I had The Doctor's biological code...W-wait a minute, I do! [Clicks] I've got his hand! And if Lazarus made himself younger, then what if we reverse it, another, what? Hundred years? [The Master violently points his laser screwdriver at the Doctor and starts aging him.]
