So, there they are at last: the damned mountains he's been avoiding since he arrived, the ones that he's going to turn to dust at the first chance he gets. He's considering various forms of explosives and how best to bend enough to make it a good go, when he notices the woman wobbling on her feet.

He's not seen a rotary phone like that in ages, and it's intriguing, about as much so as someone who looks like they don't know how to walk. The Master squints a little.

"Hello, then. Trying to find someone?"