Not Just the Master of the House

The Bettys' jaws dropped open simultaneously. "Oh, god!" cried Betty-1, "It is him!"

"But it's the Ainley version," groaned Betty-2, clutching her head in her hands.

"I knew that evil laugher sounded familiar," said Betty-1, unthinkingly imitating her counterpart's gesture.

The Master was staring at the newcomer, a look of confused surprise on his face that was slowly replaced by a grin. "Well, well, well," he said. "It appears I did manage an extra regeneration after all. How very reassuring to know."

Melissa merely sat there, calmly and silently, as Stacy cast puzzled glances at all of them. All right, who was this man? Stacy had a sinking feeling that she knew, even if the answer didn't make any sense. Then again, just how much had made sense lately?

Their host gave them all a smile that would have looked charming and sauve on their Master, but somehow simply managed to be... unsettling... on this one. "Please," he said, sweeping an arm at the food laid out on the table as he took his place, "do be my guests. You'll find the food quite palatable, I hope, even if the atmosphere leaves something to be desired."

1. Not knowing what else to do, they started to eat.
2. They all simply sat there and stared at him.
3. But they were interrupted by the butler, who came up and said "I'm very sorry to interrupt, Master, but you have another visitor."

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