Master: *well, hello, the Doctor has mailed him his Livejournal* *lying on his stomach upside-down on his bed, in just a dressing gown, continuing to read the Epic Saga of Doctor stream-of-consciousness. There is probably a glass of wine on the floor, within easy reach*

*has put a chair up against his front door, under the doorknob. Going low-tech against Torchwood tends to stymie them*