The Doctor was relieved when his daughter dropped the subject. He really hadn't wanted to elaborate, especially when it - and indeed, several - of the wounds were still raw. Donna. Adelaide. Gallifrey. He mentally shook away all those memories, those terrible thoughts, and sipped his tea in silence for a few moments as he awkwardly tried to think of what to say.

"How are they?" he asked at last, gesturing. "I don't have any memories of being here in the past, none at all. And that's weird." Really weird, and not in the this-is-going-to-be-fun-way. Well, maybe a little.