"Silents. Memory proof aliens that vanish from your memory the moment you look away. I suggest we keep this up until until we forget we're being attacked," the Doctor said before grimacing and clutching his head. "Oh dear...I appear to be changing again...." he groaned before frowning grimly. "Yes, yes, I am sure you will do a splendid job rescuing dear Robin, just be sure not to go anywhere near that wound."
The Doctor's image shimmered as he changed from the grinning wizard to a tall man with incredibly short dark hair. He was dressed in a purple jumper and a black leather jacket and fierce blue eyes that looked over the battle field with distaste.
"This is going to be a tough one," he said in a northern voice before scanning his eyes over the field. The way seemed clear, but yet the Doctor did not relax. Strangely, this Doctor did not seem to have the same excitement in his eyes that some of the previous Doctor's had. Instead, he appeared to look more fearsome and war like, as if seeing battles such as the one before him was an everyday occurrence.
"We need to make our way across the field, their should be a point that connects this plane of the dimension to one of the others. The message created by the Silence said to go to the church of Paradox. I have a feeling I know where that is," the Doctor spoke before turning to Allen and beaming at him, the harsh look evaporating from his face as he winked at Allen. "By the way, hi Allen, I'm the ninth Doctor, nice to meet you. Now run for your life and try to keep up."
And with that the Doctor sprinted across the field as fast as possible.
The Master yelped and recoiled back, clutching his damaged finger before back handing her with his fist. He snarled at her before pulling out a bandage from the pocket of his black coat and wrapping it around the bleeding digit, the grin returning to his face as he sealed off the bleeding.
"Well, since you're new to the Time Lord race, let me tell you about some of our culture," the Master said as he knelt down in front of her and grinned maliciously. "Time Lords have a little tradition when they want to marry. Its a silly process that usually involves putting on robes and walking down an aisle to silly music, but if you want to keep it simple you just need to do one thing. Tell your name to your significant other."
"Its very romantic, if a little bland, but what is more interesting is what comes after," the Master said eagerly, running his tongue over his teeth again. "After the ceremony, your betroved will make a request of you, which you must obey."
"Can you see where I am going with this girl?" The Master asked before leaning in and whispering into her ear. "I'm going to marry you. And then I'm going to ask you to do something that you will absolutely hate," he said before snickering. "You're going to commit genocide."