The start of a mental link was always rough, a lot of noise and static, a struggle to latch onto some level of stability. The Master waded through the massive amount of awkward and loud angst, trying to find the Doctor. It was rather messy in here but nothing he hadn't seen, considering his own mind. Oh this was childs play.

But it wasn't reassuring. This was the Doctor, a man he considered relatively held together. All things considered, he'd seen him as someone who could remain sane in the worst of times. To see him this in pieces was a slight shock to the system. It was wrong.

"How?" the Master snapped to the -- child? Theta. It hurt to even look at him. Hence why he didn't make eye contact, merely looked around the harsh swarm of memories and noise. "I'm not a miracle worker! Just -- try to think of something and grasp onto it. Think of something that matters to you, the current you."