"Of course I miss my family," the Master sniffs disdainfully. "A man has to love his children, doesn't he?" If John is in any way still sharp, he'll probably notice the careful omission of the wife.

Being fatally shot, after all, tends to put a damper on affectionate feelings.

"Still, home. It's always much more complicated than a few loved ones or landmarks. And some of us lost that long before the Ohm." The Master's voice has gotten dark, soft, bitter.