The owner of the ATLAS | CLOSED with 13
The two Time Lords had been directed to wait in the Library for their host. The Master turned to watch curiously as a maid hurried by the door, heels clicking away at the wooden floors.
"Little Miss! Little Miss! We need to get you changed for dinner Little Miss, please come out!"
A slight movement out of the corner of his eye caught his attention and he discreetly turned to watch as the last of a small shoe disappeared under the fabric covering the large table in the center of the Library. The edge of a large biblio retreated soon after, leaving only the corner revealed. He walked over to the table, hand dragging over the fabric on top, noticing a wooden stand used to display large biblio's for easier browsing and turning his head back to the door as the maid came in.
"Sorry to disturb you..." She said bowing her head nervously. "Have either of you seen a small girl of about 11?"
Directing his body to the door and taking a few steps to place himself in-between the table and the maid, he replied, his foot gently pushing the corner of the biblio out of sight and into tiny hands. "I believe I saw a girl running towards the garden through the window..."
The maids eyes grew wide with gratitude before nodding a quick thanks and bounding out of the room. After a moment, the Master knocked on the table top, gaze still on the empty doorway, and addressed the room.
"The coast is clear...you can come out now."