Lies "There's a method to the madness here. From base to brain, from head to toe. Some are dead, some not, some never were alive. All disfigured and destroyed according to the logic of the scene. Logic, har." A mean-spirited laugh.

Silence. The Master ruminates, then speaks again, slowly, and softly.

"Upstairs is where our weapon lies. Our plan lies. Our lies." The Master's head twitches and he begins to choke. For a second, you think he might be choking to death, but after a while, he stops, rests his head, and goes silent. Not dead, just wheezing.  ¶ 10:30 PM