With the girl's body clutched beneath his arm, the Master strode toward the barrier. Bits of ceiling and wood rained down upon him but he did not notice. Again he pushed at the preternatural obstacle that blocked his way, desperate to escape.

"Great Laibach... how can I be set free? Tell me," the Master pleaded.

The voice was faint, all but a whisper as it passed over the lips of the dead child. "In time," the elder demon hissed. "In time."