Robin thought she hadn't had any tears left, but she found she was mistaken. As they dragged her into the Master's TARDIS, she bawled again, her raw throat now only allowing her to make choked sobbing sounds. She moaned, over and over, the same word... "No." It wasn't fair, the Doctor couldn't be gone, he would save her.<br/><br/>He had to.<br/><br/>And that was her last thought as her vision faded away.<br/><br/>---<br/><br/>When she came to, she saw that the past hour or so hadn't been a horrible nightmare after all. Her face felt sore and puffy, her throat was completely dry, and she couldn't move. Looking around, she saw that she was on a table and the Master was standing before her, still wearing the disguise of Harry. Distaste and hatred filled her eyes as she looked at him.<br/><br/>His TARDIS was almost the opposite of the Doctor's. There was no light or life in the room, only shadow and the lone, ominous pillar in the middle. It was so, so wrong. A TARDIS was supposed to be a joyful place, full of the personality of its user... Though Robin supposed that this place really did sum up the emptiness that was inside the Master.<br/><br/>She gazed into his cold eyes as he spoke, wishing that she could claw them out with her fingernails. Since she couldn't move, however, she had to resort to picturing the event in her mind. But she did have questions.<br/><br/>"What are you going to do to me?" she asked, her voice barely even a croak. "What did you do to the Doctor? Why the hell are you here?" More tears started falling from her eyes, but those eyes were fierce and alive. "And I don't know how he's going to save me, but he will. You just watch." With that, she spat in his face, hitting him squarely in the eye.