“What, landed us at the intended place and time on the first try? Bollocks, open the doors, you fibber!”
The Master dashes toward the TARDIS entrance with a wicked guffaw.
The Doctor rushes towards the TARDIS doors, nearly tripping over herself in her haste to beat him there.
“I proper did it this time! Honestly is it so hard to believe–”
There’s a pregnant pause as she peers out the doors at the chaos on the other side. A swirl of wind and sand, some sort of desert tinged a deep unnatural red. Definitely the wrong place. Immediately she attempts to pull the doors shut again, a deep blush creeping up the back of her neck.
Damn it.
“ … if you’d like I can, ah, pretend to have not noticed you going quiet, and I can sort of, go to the bathroom or something, while you do the Not-Trial-Number-Two. And then come back, and be amazed.”
The Master is trying to sound supportive but he also can’t conceal his amusement, or the way it hitches his powerful baritone to a higher sort of secpn soprano, the more he strives to muffle his laughter.
Icarus 