He stared a little longer, lost in the tangle of emotions and thoughts that overlapped and crowded one another, none really completing except that instinctual imperative: Protect.

The Master's lips moved again, soundlessly, as if he were attacking a particularly complex and vexing equation. And then he turned and hurried out the door, his exit uncharacteristic in its abruptness. No gloating. No laughter. No promises of more to come. No last words at all.

And then I guess we'll continue the T-Rex thing here :D