Desperation. Pleading. Degeneracy. He refused to believe that this was what awaited him. The Master outright refused... but before the horror could truly sink in, he heard it, through the Doctor's mind through Daniel's.
One-two-three-four. One-two-three-four. But that could only mean...
The Master laughed again, almost triumphantly, not even noticing Daniel's shift away. "They're real!" he whispered to himself... just as his future self in the Doctor's memory crowed the same thing.
Now it was his turn to jerk back, disoriented by the sense of doubling, present and future. So the drums weren't just a symptom of his madness, as the Doctor had preferred to think. But would he work out what they were? Why they were?
The Master pulled Daniel back toward him by the hair to renew the connection, mentally sifting through the debris in his head. Looking for the next piece to this puzzle. The continuation of the memory...
Re: Daniel Jackson || Sub Temple B - Sarcophagus Hidden Chamber
One-two-three-four. One-two-three-four. But that could only mean...
The Master laughed again, almost triumphantly, not even noticing Daniel's shift away. "They're real!" he whispered to himself... just as his future self in the Doctor's memory crowed the same thing.
Now it was his turn to jerk back, disoriented by the sense of doubling, present and future. So the drums weren't just a symptom of his madness, as the Doctor had preferred to think. But would he work out what they were? Why they were?
The Master pulled Daniel back toward him by the hair to renew the connection, mentally sifting through the debris in his head. Looking for the next piece to this puzzle. The continuation of the memory...