Jack: HE MUST HAVE DEADLOCKED HIS DOOR. The sonic comb isn't doing anything. And the sonic blaster is out of juice. Eh, work to do back at the hub. At some point, the Master will run out of groceries. All Jack has to do is tell the guys from the surveillance van to pick the Master up as soon as he leaves the house.

Doctor: *he never thought you'd read these. :| Well, that's not true. But while he was writing most of these, he wasn't expecting to ever having to interact with you again.* *this letter is about you. More precisely, about how he wishes you would have died after all when he shoved you through that door. Even though it does finish with a note about how he's feeling pretty down at the moment, and how to not take this letter too serious--no, strike that. The Master should please take every single word entirely seriously. Bastard.*