Given the options, the Master was really not particularly fond of any of them. He would not mind forgetting this nightmare. Of all the ones he had had since arriving on this Island, this one was the must frustrating. He hated the immortal man, nearly as much as he was hated by him. He was a memory of the Master's failure.

"I do not think it matters much at all," He muttered darkly, the metal cuffs biting into his wrists in ways no dreams should have conveyed quite as accurately. The comment about going mad drew an amused snort from the Time Lord. Clearly Jack did not know him at all. "Not going to offer me tea and sit down to catch up over a nice long chat? After all we went through together, I am surprised at you, Jack. My feelings are hurt."