The Master groaned , the drumbeat never stopping in his head, he really hated the Doctor for leaving him in this place, He didn't even think it was going to work. The drumming in his head, the insanity it never stopped.
He wished the Doctor would get that, but he doubted that he ever would. The Doctor was still determined to help him, after all this time, it was so sickening. The Master was bored being locked up and he wasn't coping and seemed thinner. Already people there feared him as he had caused trouble. People knew he was insane and dangerous, He looked around knowing the Doctor would probably come.