It was a week or so later that the Master awoke to the familiar scent in the air. Usually, it sent sparks of excitement around his body, but today it sent dread flooding around him. He raised his head off his pillow, looking round to see where Jenny was. She was sat at the table, reading something. She appeared to be unaware of the intruding scent. The Master breathed a sigh of relief. At least she didn't know. He knew, but she didn't. And he could act like he did know... Oh, he could act.
But then another worry crossed his mind. If he could sense him... What if he, himself, could be sensed, too? The Doctor may be here on a mission to save his bloody human race, but for how long would he be distracted until he came to find the Master, who would obviously be trapped with no transport.
The Master lifted himself up, on to his elbow.
"Morning," he said, smiling as Jenny lifted her head and smiled back, her blue eyes bright.
"Good morning, Master," she said, happily, "Cornflakes?" she said, getting up and crossing to the kitchen. He rolled over and sat up.
"Yep, if you're offering, sweetheart," he grinned, climbing out of bed to sit at the table. As she turned her back to him to make a bowl of cornflakes he sniffed the air again, frowning, panicked. Not today, not yet... He jumped as she placed the bowl infront of him and he quickly smiled.
"Thanks," he mumbled, watching as she sat down opposite him and picked up the newspaper that she was reading. He spooned cornflakes into his mouth, "'Ny sign?" he asked with his mouth full. She grinned.
"No, there's no sign," she shook her head at him as he swallowed his mouthful with a cheeky grin. She closed the newspaper and quickly scanned the back, adding, "Nope, definitely none." The Master breathed in deeply. Oh, there was definitely a sign.
"Probably won't be worth looking in town, then," the Master said, feigning thoughtfulness. He chanced a quick glance at Jenny, who wasn't looking at him but gazing down at the newspaper. She nodded, slowly.
"Yeah," she agreed, absent-mindedly. He smiled at her for a moment or two, then stood up, stretching. He was wearing a black t-shirt and pin-striped pyjama bottoms - Jenny had been shopping with him to get essentials. Although he always preferred his red t-shirt, black hoodie and trousers; perhaps it was because they were a familiar comfort to him – now that Gallifrey was gone, they were one of the only familiar comforts he had left. He looked around the space craft. It was weird to think that that's what it was. It seemed so much like a home and it was a strange though to think that it could fly. The Master shrugged off his black t-shirt and, for once, pulled on a cream coloured shirt that Jenny had got him whilst on their daily checks. He knew that if they had company that looking unlike his usual self would buy him more time. Precious seconds.
Unaware that Jenny was watching him from the table, he carried on getting dressed, taking off his pyjama bottoms and pulling on some jeans. He scruffed his hair up, turned to wink at her, then went into the bathroom to splash his face with water and think of ways to delay their walk today, even though they had been doing so for at least three weeks now.

Fifteen minutes later, the Master was sat on his bed, wincing as Jenny, who was sat next to him, tied a bandage around his finger.
"Looks pretty bad," she muttered, apologising as he took a sharp intake of breath when she pulled the bandage tight. He shook his head,
"Nah, it's fine," he looked up at her, meeting her blue eyes, "Trust me, I've had worse," he told her, a grin spreading on his face. She looked down, unable to keep eye-contact, suddenly scared that he could see what she was thinking. He certainly seemed... Hypnotic. She covered her panic by pretending to concentrate on tying the bandage. The Master held his hand up once she had finished.
"Thanks, Jen," he said, putting his arm around her shoulders and giving her a squeeze. A grin found its way across her face, involuntarily. She turned to look at him and he smiled back. For a moment, they stayed like that, their noses almost touching... Then a bang from outside, somewhere nearby, made them both jump. They leaped up and the Master scrambled past Jenny and blocked her before she could open the door.
"Let me past!" she hissed at him, as he held an arm across the door. He shook his head,
"We don't know what it is," he hissed back. Then he lifted a finger to his lips and grabbed her shoulders, pushing her towards one of the windows. He lifted back one of the flowery curtains (an odd thing to have upon a spaceship, but then again, it was also a home). He lifted only the corner and peered through. He could see a tractor; smoke pummelling out of the engine and a bemused farmer leaning against one of the wheels, scratching his head. The Master let out a bark of laughter with relief. Jenny looked at him.
"A tractor," he explained, holding back the curtain. He paused as she looked through, then it fall back down. He sat down at the table again, "I guess our walk is postponed, then," he said, holding up his arms with pretend exasperation. Jenny laughed,
"Nah, we can go the other way without being noticed –" she stopped herself, thinking for a moment. The Master raised an eyebrow as she bit her lip, thinking, "Shouldn't we lend him a hand?" she said, guiltily. The Master raised both of his eyebrows. Like father, like daughter. He sighed,
"We would look to appear out of midair, in case you've forgotten," he said, folding his arms.
"Yes, I suppose..." she trailed off and the Master could see how guilty she felt to simply leave someone whom she knew needed help.
"He'll be fine," the Master said, leaning back in his chair. She nodded, uncertainly. Then she brightened up, considerably,
"Well, we can still go outside," she said, brightly, much to the Master's displeasure. He growled, inwardly.
"Can we?" he asked, through gritted teeth. Though, Jenny appeared not to notice as she pulled on her shoes.
"Yep, we can go the back way," she told him, a strange grin on her face. He looked up, interested.
"The back way?" he asked, with a confused and surprised look fixed. Jenny grinned.
"I didn't know if I could trust you," she confessed, bending down again and pulling back the rug that covered the middle of the spaceship. A round grid-like circle with two handles was underneath. A grin began to spread across the Master's face as he joined her on the floor. She smiled, "It was if I needed a quick get-away," she told him, placing her hands in the handles, gripping and turning the grid anti-clockwise. Then she pulled the grid up and pushed it to the side, leaving a round hole in the bottom of the ship.
"How is this any different from the front door?" he asked as they looked at the grass underneath. She laughed.
"Watch," she told him, flicking a switch on the side of the hole. Red light flooded down from the hole, and the Master watched with wide-eyes as the grass, too, appeared to have a hole in, like a shadow of the one in the space-ship. He looked up at her and she answered his unasked question.
"That grass isn't really there, that small circle that's just disappeared. You see, below, there is a small maze of tunnels. They head away from the city, but all the same, it's an adventure. I found out about them by scanning and that's when I aligned this spaceship with it. If you watch, the light turns blue around the hole in the grass," she pointed, "That's to show how near it is. I've been down there once, didn't go that far –" she grinned at him, "You ready for an adventure?" the Master let out a quiet laugh,
"Oh yes," he winked, "Let me change back, though – I'll blend in if it's dark down there." Jenny laughed, nodding. The Master inwardly cursed at giving his disguise up, but there was no point taking precautions today – they were heading away from the city. He was back in minutes, crouching opposite her, gesturing to the hole - "Ladies first!"
Jenny lowered herself into the hole, swinging and letting herself drop just on the edge of the hole. She beckoned to him and the Master took once last glance around the spaceship – if the Doctor really was here he might not see this for a while. He lowered himself and swung to drop beside her.
"It's quite a long drop," she told him as they both looked over the hole, "About ten feet. I hurt my leg when I first did it," then she looked over too far and almost lost her balance, causing the Master to grab her waist and pull her back. She turned to face him, mumbling, "That's probably why I didn't go far..." he nodded and let go of her waist, quickly, realising he still had hold of her. Jenny went first, sitting with her legs dangling in the hole. The Master watched her and grinned manically as a sudden, fleeting urge to give her a nudge in the back with his foot overwhelmed him. He restrained himself and waited until she summoned up the mental strength to push off the side herself, dropping into the darkness below. The Master followed, shouting down a warning. He landed on his side, bruising his hip in the process. He let out a yelp and quickly stood up, watching Jenny smile at him from where she was leant against the wall. It was extremely gloomy, the only light was from the little bulbs every so often along the passage. The tunnel itself was rounded at the top and grimy. Spiders scuttled back into the depths of their webs as the Master's coughed loudly, standing up. He smiled.
"Snazzy," came the remark as he took in more of his surroundings, including the stone floor which he had just fell on to. Jenny watched him, smiling as he held out his hand, his eyebrows slightly raised at her.
"Coming?" he asked, watching as she hesitated, then grasped his hand.
"Let's go."