The Master froze at the sound of the click, his eyes sliding closed as the owner of the voice registered in his mind. His hearts skipped a few beats as he took a slow steadying breath. Of course he would be here. If this was Torchwood; that only made sense. That cold metal was a very firm anchor for his thoughts and he swallowed again, steeling his nerves before he replied. Any word could bring a very sudden and final end to whatever thoughts he had.

"The door was open." A fairly neutral reply. No shake in his voice yet, though there was a shake in his nerves. He had every reason to feel that this encounter would end badly. 365 days worth of reasons.