"Daine!" gasps Andrew, sitting bolt upright. He pushes down on the arms of the chair, trying to lift and squirm his way out, but there's not enough space to slide his hips and thighs through. "Run!"

The Master smirks at him. A moment later, the Time Lord is beside Daine, pushing her toward another desk with its own pile of books. "How kind of you to join us," he says smugly as Andrew struggles.

"Leave her out of this!" squawks the meta-crisis.