Master's POV:

I swore under my breath when Rassilion's ship registered on my radar, incredibly close behind me. I glared at the little circle on the screen, as if it were the radar's fault that once again the Timelords had found me. I'd managed to evade them for nearly six months now, they had never gotten this close before! I thumped the controls angrily and a lever snapped off at my feet. I picked it up and threw it aside, crying out with utter frustration. I looked down to see what the lever had been for. I laughed once in disbelief when I saw. Cup holders. What a useless invention; another piece of human crap that said so much about the human race that I detested so much. I hated them for so many reasons- their useless inventions, their weakness, their pitiful hopefullness for someone to rescue them in their time of need. But I hated them even more because the Doctor was so fond of them. He'd saved their worthless lives so many times; it was unbelievable!

I briefly wondered if the Doctor had a new companion. He had a thing for the females, but I couldn't blame him. Weak as they were, the human race produced stunning females. I thought of Lucy and my anger returned. I hated that traitor, I'd given her the world and what had she given me in return? A bullet to the heart and, later on, almost permanent death. None of the Doctor's companions had turned on him. Rose Tyler and Martha Jones had both been infatuated with him. One companion I knew of but had never met, Donna Noble, had been smart enough not to fall for him. It was pathetic how easily humans succumbed to the feeling they called love. Love was a weakness; I was thoroughly glad that I had not fallen into its trap.