The Doctor rubbed his hands together. “Uh, Time Lord, actually. And humans do a pretty good job of passing off as Time Lords. And that-“
He stopped mid-sentence, realization dawning on his face. “Ahh, I see what you’ve been doing, you tricky clever things. No wonder my sonic didn’t work. Got a bit of a dampening flux going on, eh? Maybe some memory suppression?” he said to the hidden controllers.
He turned to Silas. “Yes, it’s a big blue box, a police box, to be precise. And it’s very, very important. You see, it’s my home, the only one I’ve got left, and I seem to have been separated from the old girl. It’s a TARDIS, Time and Relative Dimension in Space. A time and space machine.”
Silas folds his arms, looking rather gobsmacked, for lack of a better term.
Memory suppression, dampening flux, and time and space machine. He barely knew what to think, but it seemed very interesting and worth finding more about.
“You made a time machine. Out of a Police Box? Holy crap.”
He shakes his head, with a concerned smile.
“That’s kind of freaking awesome. I do hope you can get back to it, sounds amazing. …
That is if our lovely staff ever show up or let us off.”
He rubs his bullsized neck sheepishly.
“Sorry if I sound random in my questions, it’s just a lot to take in. What’s a Time Lord, may I ask?”
The Doctor looked at him, his eyes searching Silas’s face. “Well, it seems like you’re a nice enough bloke. Yeah, Time Lord. I’m an alien. Long way from home. Long, long way from home. Long time, too.”
All over the Doctor’s body, his skin tightened. Memories of Gallifrey were fighting against the carefully-constructed dam he had built in his mind. There wasn’t time for that now. There was never enough time, it seemed.
He quickly smiled again. “Gallifrey,” he said, his voice almost catching in his voice. “I’m from Gallifrey. Funny name, isn’t it?”
Silas’s brows furrow, steel grey eyes filled with sympathy. “Gallifrey.” Rolling the word around his tounge, smiling at the taller alien. “It sounds lovely.”
He could tell that the man before him had a lot of secrets, and what looked to be a lot of regret. He could only hope that perhaps someday that burden would lift for his companion.