"I'm not this screwed up!" The Doctor retaliates, his anger causing a ripple effect in the memories surrounding them. His body flickers, threatening to change once again, which forces him to breathe deeply - inhale and exhale.

"Right..." He pauses as the drums start to pound around him louder, causing him to cup his ears to try and ignore it. "We need to sort these out before you cause me to go mental!"

The Doctor stumbled off in one direction, hoping the Master would take the hint of following him through their first patch of memories.