She was doing a favor for a friend when she re-met the Master: Ace was teaching. Seeing some guy coming in and sitting down halfway through her lecture, she did the only reasonable thing.
She called on him. “You there! Why don’t you tell us what’ll happen in a Big Crunch scenario.”
“Very well,” he replied, crisp and smooth. “If such an event were to occur, everything in the universe would slam into each other with all possible force, until there remains only a single pinprick of matter and energy. A pity it’ll never happen.”
“What makes you so sure?” one University student asked.
But Ace didn’t need to hear his answer. She could see it on his face: absolute certainty. This here was no tragic philosopher, and she’d lay odds that he wasn’t from UNIT. That left… a time traveler. “I’d like a word with you after class,” she told him. If he was the Doctor in some new regeneration, she had some choice words for him. More than a few, in fact. Just up and vanishing like that! Leaving her all alone.
He’d been right behind her, just two steps. Then he was gone, and without even a sound from the TARDIS those yards away at the time.
After the class ended for the day, this man came down to the teacher’s desk Ace was using. “Yes?” the Master asked.
“What’s your name?” Ace wanted to know.
“John Smith,” pulling out his wallet and showing his psychic paper badge. “Lately, Harold Saxon, Ministry of Defense.”
‘John Smith.’ That’s one of his pseudonyms. “Professor?”
“Oh I’m afraid my teaching days are long behind me.” Though I do believe there’s still a lesson for the Doctor.
“Sorry, you reminded me of a f- of somebody I used to know.”
“No worries then. What was his name - I might know him.”
“The Doctor.”
Saxon made a big show of astonishment. “As it happens, I do know the Doctor. He – oh, I really shouldn’t say.”
“Really shouldn’t say what?”
Looking contrite and awkward, “The Doctor may have fallen in the Time War.”
Time War? Anything to do with his vanishing on me?
“I was there, at the end of the universe, and that was the last I saw of him.” Shaking his head as it to clear out the cobwebs, “Seeing as I’ve got a TARDIS, would you care to come with me? We can look for him.”
“Sure!”
That was before Ace saw the end of time, in all its stark and horrid barrenness. It touched her mind, touched her in a way neither Fenric nor the Destroyer had been capable of.
Ace/Master (Simm)
She was doing a favor for a friend when she re-met the Master: Ace was teaching. Seeing some guy coming in and sitting down halfway through her lecture, she did the only reasonable thing.
She called on him. “You there! Why don’t you tell us what’ll happen in a Big Crunch scenario.”
“Very well,” he replied, crisp and smooth. “If such an event were to occur, everything in the universe would slam into each other with all possible force, until there remains only a single pinprick of matter and energy. A pity it’ll never happen.”
“What makes you so sure?” one University student asked.
But Ace didn’t need to hear his answer. She could see it on his face: absolute certainty. This here was no tragic philosopher, and she’d lay odds that he wasn’t from UNIT. That left… a time traveler. “I’d like a word with you after class,” she told him. If he was the Doctor in some new regeneration, she had some choice words for him. More than a few, in fact. Just up and vanishing like that! Leaving her all alone.
He’d been right behind her, just two steps. Then he was gone, and without even a sound from the TARDIS those yards away at the time.
After the class ended for the day, this man came down to the teacher’s desk Ace was using. “Yes?” the Master asked.
“What’s your name?” Ace wanted to know.
“John Smith,” pulling out his wallet and showing his psychic paper badge. “Lately, Harold Saxon, Ministry of Defense.”
‘John Smith.’ That’s one of his pseudonyms. “Professor?”
“Oh I’m afraid my teaching days are long behind me.” Though I do believe there’s still a lesson for the Doctor.
“Sorry, you reminded me of a f- of somebody I used to know.”
“No worries then. What was his name - I might know him.”
“The Doctor.”
Saxon made a big show of astonishment. “As it happens, I do know the Doctor. He – oh, I really shouldn’t say.”
“Really shouldn’t say what?”
Looking contrite and awkward, “The Doctor may have fallen in the Time War.”
Time War? Anything to do with his vanishing on me?
“I was there, at the end of the universe, and that was the last I saw of him.” Shaking his head as it to clear out the cobwebs, “Seeing as I’ve got a TARDIS, would you care to come with me? We can look for him.”
“Sure!”
That was before Ace saw the end of time, in all its stark and horrid barrenness. It touched her mind, touched her in a way neither Fenric nor the Destroyer had been capable of.