He clawed violently at his head as every scrap of his defenses were ripped and shredded by a force that made him insignificant. There was too much pressure, too much pain. His mind shattered and fragmented, and whatever sense and sanity he had left was gone - for now.

The Master could feel nothing besides the pain in his head. For a while, he was certain he could hear nothing but his own pained screams.

Then someone telling him to go. Go? Where? He wasn't sure where he was now. He wasn't even sure who this person was, telling him to go. He didn't even remember who he was!

But he painfully complied, feeling a sort of... strange sense that he ought to get away, or something bad might happen - even though he was certain he was dying. He got to his feet as best he could and weakly stumbled away, his face contorted with fear and pain. He didn't get too far before he had to stop and thrash about, which caused him to almost collapsed. Once it passed, he continued, shakingly, away.