Dream time seemed to move a lot quicker than it would have normally, because within a matter of seconds, Jack was uncuffing The Master from behind a heavy metal door, and then on the other side, triumphantly looking at him through the glass as though it were a zoo cage. And yes, there was tea. And even a few biscuits. Isn't he nice. Jack had his own mug of coffee that he just stood there sipping at, completely pleased with himself. Sure, giving The Master a taste of his own medicine would be nice, but this method would get him a lot less scorn by The Doctor. He would have never forgiven him if Jack had "accidentally" killed the only other Time Lord in the universe.

"There. All settled in. Comfy?"