"Outside mostly, I don't sleep much anyway," the Master pointed out with a slight shrug. "I have a 'home' here but there's a loud blond thing in there so I tend to avoid it. I'm hoping she'll clear off soon. Perhaps I could make use of the space. I'm thinking of doing a little tinkering."

And in what universe was that ever a good sign? Well, none. None at all. The Master had a habit of spiralling from earnest tinkering to evil master plans quicker than most men possibly could. "I'm so bored here. The most excitement here was when you tore apart this place."