"I'll be here." He turned back to his work, where else would he go? It was too dangerous to take a look around with things so tense aboard the ship. He contented himself with his readings for a while longer, put everything away, and retired to his own quarters for the evening.

He wasn't tired, but he held some small amount of hope (a strange emotion to cling to actively after all this time), that the Doctor was once again strong enough to take control and bypass the security so they could see each other again. The Master shrugged out of his jacket, setting it over a chair near his bed, as he toed off his shoes and loosened his tie before laying down.