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Panicking, Sarah Jane ran for the barrier with her arms outstretched but it was like trying to push oneself through a hedge! The reporter strained with her arms piercing the barrier almost to the elbows but hadn't the strength to continue, especially seeing the way her limbs defracted disturbingly as if both broken! The harder she'd pushed, the more effort it took-it was impossible! She had a sudden premonition:

'THE WHEREABOUTS OF REPORTER-SARAH JANE SMITH ARE STILL A MYSTERY. MISS SMITH DISAPPEARED
WHILST ON HOLIDAY IN AMERICA SIX MONTHS AGO. POLICE STILL HAVE NO EXPLANATION FOR HER
DISAPPEARANCE. SHE LEFT ALL HER POSESSIONS AND LUGGAGE AT HER HOTEL ROOM. NO RANSOM NOTE
WAS EVER RECIEVED AND DESPITE FULL CO-OPERATION OF THE AMERICAN AUTHORITIES AND POLICE
FORCE, NO TRACE OF HER OR ANY WITNESSES TO HER DISAPPEARANCE HAVE BEEN FOUND.
MISS SMITH WAS ALSO KNOWN FOR A SERIES OF SCIENCE FICTION NOVELS SHE WROTE FEATURING A
MYSTERIOUS TIME-TRAVELLER CALLED DOCTOR SMITH. BRITISH AND AMERICAN FORCES HAVE CO-
OPERATED ON THE CASE BUT A SPOKESPERSON FOR SCOTLAND YARD SAID YESTERDAY THAT UNLESS
MORE EVIDENCE IS FORTHCOMING, IT WILL REMAIN UNSOLVED...'

Sarah winced, then heard a noise from behind her. She spun, only to see Magister as he shot past her in a blur. She turned around and to her annoyance saw him sitting-down in front of the television watching an old black and white film that he'd apparently taped!
Turning around and seemingly noticing her for the first time, his face split in a broad grin. He shot up so fast he should have left the floor and sped to the table with its collapsed house of cards. Casting her another glance, he ran his fingers over the surface of the marble as if playing a piano recital. Just as suddenly as it appeared, the heat-haze barrier and time distortion vanished, buffeting her with its removal. To her shame, Sarah Jane Smith collapsed back into the chair behind her, away from the Mephistopholean figure whose eyes appraised her with amusement;
"Well well, if it isn't the intrepid girl reporter, Miss Sarah Jane Smith. So, we meet again Sarah," he shrugged with self-admonishment, "...and though it truly pains me to say it, I've been expecting you..." The bearded man in the Nehru suit smirked and continued, "I see if nothing else, your fashion-sense has improved," Sarah shifted uncomfortably and hunched-forward to cross her arms over her knees, staring at him balefully, "...but really, you shouldn't have!" He continued, brightly.
Sarah opened her mouth to say something cutting but Magister silenced her with a raised hand;
"Well, with the preliminaries over-it's business as usual, I'm afraid. Allow me to introduce myself, I am The Master," he stated, "...AND YOU WILL OBEY ME!"
She jerked-back from the vehemence of the declaration as the man's eyes took on the familiar, dominating glare...

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Panicking, Sarah Jane ran for the barrier with her arms outstretched but it was like trying to push oneself through a hedge! The reporter strained with her arms piercing the barrier almost to the elbows but hadn't the strength to continue, especially seeing the way her limbs defracted disturbingly as if both broken! The harder she'd pushed, the more effort it took-it was impossible! She had a sudden premonition:

'THE WHEREABOUTS OF REPORTER-SARAH JANE SMITH ARE STILL A MYSTERY. MISS SMITH DISAPPEARED
WHILST ON HOLIDAY IN AMERICA SIX MONTHS AGO. POLICE STILL HAVE NO EXPLANATION FOR HER
DISAPPEARANCE. SHE LEFT ALL HER POSESSIONS AND LUGGAGE AT HER HOTEL ROOM. NO RANSOM NOTE
WAS EVER RECIEVED AND DESPITE FULL CO-OPERATION OF THE AMERICAN AUTHORITIES AND POLICE
FORCE, NO TRACE OF HER OR ANY WITNESSES TO HER DISAPPEARANCE HAVE BEEN FOUND.
MISS SMITH WAS ALSO KNOWN FOR A SERIES OF SCIENCE FICTION NOVELS SHE WROTE FEATURING A
MYSTERIOUS TIME-TRAVELLER CALLED DOCTOR SMITH. BRITISH AND AMERICAN FORCES HAVE CO-
OPERATED ON THE CASE BUT A SPOKESPERSON FOR SCOTLAND YARD SAID YESTERDAY THAT UNLESS
MORE EVIDENCE IS FORTHCOMING, IT WILL REMAIN UNSOLVED...'

Sarah winced, then heard a noise from behind her. She spun, only to see Magister as he shot past her in a blur. She turned around and to her annoyance saw him sitting-down in front of the television watching an old black and white film that he'd apparently taped!
Turning around and seemingly noticing her for the first time, his face split in a broad grin. He shot up so fast he should have left the floor and sped to the table with its collapsed house of cards. Casting her another glance, he ran his fingers over the surface of the marble as if playing a piano recital. Just as suddenly as it appeared, the heat-haze barrier and time distortion vanished, buffeting her with its removal. To her shame, Sarah Jane Smith collapsed back into the chair behind her, away from the Mephistopholean figure whose eyes appraised her with amusement;
"Well well, if it isn't the intrepid girl reporter, Miss Sarah Jane Smith. So, we meet again Sarah," he shrugged with self-admonishment, "...and though it truly pains me to say it, I've been expecting you..." The bearded man in the Nehru suit smirked and continued, "I see if nothing else, your fashion-sense has improved," Sarah shifted uncomfortably and hunched-forward to cross her arms over her knees, staring at him balefully, "...but really, you shouldn't have!" He continued, brightly.
Sarah opened her mouth to say something cutting but Magister silenced her with a raised hand;
"Well, with the preliminaries over-it's business as usual, I'm afraid. Allow me to introduce myself, I am The Master," he stated, "...AND YOU WILL OBEY ME!"
She jerked-back from the vehemence of the declaration as the man's eyes took on the familiar, dominating glare...