TREMAS: If all the stars were silver, and the sky a giant purse in my fist, I couldn't be happier than I am tonight.

DOCTOR: Look, the sun's coming up. You're right, it is morning. Tremas, you know what I need more than anything else in the universe?

TREMAS: No, Doctor.

DOCTOR: Breakfast. Is your place far?

MASTER: So, a new body at last.

(The Master goes behind Tremas and slides inside him. Tremas' grey hair and beard vanish to be replaced by slicked back black hair and a trimmed goatee beard.)

MASTER: A new body at last.

(He goes inside the clock and it dematerialises.)

NYSSA: Father? Where are you?

(The Doctor and Adric enter the TARDIS)

DOCTOR: Well, she seems to be going right as ninepence now.

ADRIC: Why couldn’t I start it?

DOCTOR: Oh, probably the Master up to one of his little party tricks again. Then the general run-down condition. It badly needs an overhaul.

ADRIC: Then why don’t you?

DOCTOR: Well, it involves an awful lot of recalculation, and this type’s not really my forte.