"Bad directions. Unusually bad." The Doctor jingled and jangled the handcuffs. "I suppose I ought to ask what the two of you were doing here together."

It would be so easy to release the Master. Just pop those handcuffs open with the sonic screwdriver. But the Doctor had an idea, more than an inkling, what had happened here and he wasn't feeling quite as charitable as earlier. Finding that the handcuffs weren't going to get up and walk away on their own, the Doctor rounded the back of the chair and prowled about the room until he found a chair of his own, a high backed thing that scraped along the floor until he had it positioned right where he wanted it. The Doctor flopped down into it and hooked one leg over the other, lacing his fingers together in his lap and while he could at least give the Master his shirt back, he instead cleared his throat.

"So. I get a message from River saying she needs help. And here you are."