"Idris," murmured the Doctor, committing the name to memory. "Lovely name." Another person he'd fail to save, judging by the woman next to him. "Don't worry," he told her, a little grimly, "I'll make sure whoever that asteroid is will never be able to hurt anyone else ever again. I promise." He knew she wouldn't say more; he knew she couldn't. And he wasn't going to pry or ask again. Perhaps even in this place, they couldn't speak of such things without great risk. He knew he wasn't willing to risk it.

As they walked through the streets, the Doctor firmly gritting his teeth to keep them from chattering, the trust emanating from Idris became quite obvious to him, and his belief that she was really the TARDIS settled more and more. "Yuna lives in Iriela Apartments. I'm only staying with her because she won't let me leave while I'm recovering. I'm lucky she was out or she probably would have made the blackmail face again. She's very good at that."