Finally, finally, Daniel was relaxing under his grip. The Master let out a long breath that certainly wasn't relief and shook his wrist free with a jerk. Letting the sarcophagus take Daniel's weight, he grasped the ape's temples with both hands. Slowly (not hesitantly, of course not-- because after all, what was there to be afraid of this time?) he brought his forehead to rest against Daniel's.

The drumbeat was there, faint but strong. He could feel it resonating through Daniel like a second pulse. It shouldn't have been possible. Perhaps the Doctor's memories would tell him how. Perhaps his future self had worked out what the drums were. The Master dug in deeper, mentally and physically, searching with greedy haste for news of his own destiny.