The snow was falling steadily, snowflakes swirling through the air. The landscape was covered with a blanket of snow, untouched and shimmering in the moonlight. A dark figure made his way along the path, his hands in the pockets of his black hoody. He was a contrast to the pearly white snow, his dark trousers and red top, underneath. He walked on, brushing snowflakes from his bleach-blonde hair. He reached the top of a hill and scanned the horizon. Nothing. Not a single thing. You'd think something. Something must appear sooner or later. He always managed to run in to trouble on this planet. Many a time, that's why he loved them all so much. Always saving them, befriending them, taking them in and on amazing adventures. Wales, he thought to himself. They talk of Wales. Cardiff, in fact. Something about a rift.
He had been running over these thoughts so many times in his head since he had heard the agents talking. His excitement and anticipation building with each step. He would take a form of transport, yet he knew that the lack of money he had could be an issue. He could have stolen, but why bother? Might as well get to know the surroundings. Perhaps he regretted his decision a little now. He hurried up his strides a little, they were more purposeful. He was determined to reach Cardiff before morning.

A little later on, he reached a village. He breathed a sigh of relief as he saw more and more buildings. As much as he had enjoyed the peacefulness of the countryside, no annoying people, he was relieved that he had finally made it. He walked through the empty streets. As he proceeded further, the occasional car would pass by. He felt irritated as he could hear more noise, more people that he would have to look past to spot what he needed to. More puzzle pieces in his jigsaw. He angrily stuffed his hands back in to his pockets and looked down at the ground. He looked up, though, as he approached larger buildings.
There was a sign,
Cardiff
He smiled. An evil, secret smile that lit up his dark eyes. And he carried on.

It was not until early morning that he felt it. Sitting down on some steps. He could smell it. A smell that he had longed for for so long. A smell that meant he was not alone.
But it was wrong. It was so, so wrong.
It wasn't him. The last one, so it had to be. But it wasn't. Although it did smell like him, it even felt like him. It wasn't. Oh, no. And it wasn't as strong either, only half as strong as he was. He looked up, looked around. He stood up, frantically searching, needing, wanting desperately.
And there.
In the middle of the crowds.
She was walking, quite unlike any of the people milling around, heading to work or holding suitcases, setting up their shops or just walking, tired and yawning.
Her walk was brisk, fresh, as if she wasn't tired at all, despite the time. Her blonde hair was in a ponytail and her bright eyes were focused on what was supposedly a watch upon her wrist.
He watched. Watched and waited.
Suddenly, she looked up. Alert and alarmed. She began to look around her. Until she spotted him, staring straight back. She began to make her way over to him. He smiled as she approached.
"Hello," she said, staring up at him, curiously.
"Good morning." He replied, smiling his little smile. She was certainly a very pretty girl.
"Who are you?" she asked, unable to contain her curiosity. He grinned and laughed. She looked at him, puzzled. Suddenly, he was reminded of something. Someone. He stopped laughing and his face turned to a fake shocked face, teasing.
"I know your father," he said, smirking. It was her turn to look shocked.
"Really? Have you seen him? Do you know where he is?" he laughed at her desperation and shook his head.
"No." He saw her face fall. Though there was still a hint of hope left, excitement.
"I'm Jenny," she offered, holding out her hand. He cocked his head on one side.
"The Master," he said, smiling his evil smile and shaking her hand, "Lovely to meet you, Jenny."