"A what?" She asked me.

"You're like me." I said. "An alien."

"But I've lived here my entire life." She said. "It's impossible."

"No more impossible than you." I said. "You shouldn't exist. I'm the last of the Time Lords. Or at least, I thought I was."

"But I do." Bethany replied. "How?"

I looked at her, wondering if there were any possibilities that she survived the war. "May I look into your mind again?" I asked.

She quickly nodded, wanting to figure out her past as much as I did.

Again I sat down next to her and placed my hands on the sides of her head. This time, instead of getting distracted by Bethany's thought patterns that made now made sense, I dove deeper; into her memories.

I saw a baby, who was being carried by a woman, and a man was running beside her. They were surrounded by fire. They ran out of a building just as it collapsed, and across what appeared to be a backyard.

"Is that me?" Bethany asked quietly.

"I think so." I responded, keeping my focus on her memories.

The couple ran into a smaller building that wasn't on fire, but anyone could see that it wouldn't be safe for long. In the building, a spaceship sat, where it appeared ready to launch at any moment.

"That's a TARDIS." I said to Bethany, who didn't respond.

The couple climbed inside and placed the baby, who was crying now, into a small seat. After they buckled it in, the mother whispered lullabies to the baby to calm it down, and the father scrambled around the console typing in coordinates and such.

The father eventually came back over to where the mother and baby were at. He wrapped his arm around the woman, and then they both kissed the baby. The mother began to cry as the father ran to the console and pressed a button, and then grabbed the woman and pulled her out of the ship.

The baby began to cry again.

I removed my hands from the sides of Bethany's head; I knew that we had both seen enough.

Bethany was looking down at her hands, which were folded in her lap, and I saw that a tear fell down her cheek.

"Are you alright?" I asked, looking at her. "I know it's a lot to take in."

"Sure," She said, wiping the tear off of her face and looking up at me. "Besides the fact that I've lived not knowing what I am, and that I'm an alien. What kind, exactly, did you say I am?" She asked, her voice shaken.

"Gallifreyan." I replied. "A Time Lord. I'm one too."

"So my real parents sent me here?" Bethany asked.

"Yes, but I wonder why." I said, standing up. Bethany's eyes followed me. "Why here? Your father punched coordinates into the TARDIS, so they must've known where you would end up at."

"They did their research?" Bethany asked.

"Yes." I responded, and then a thought occurred to me. I looked up at Bethany. "Where's your TARDIS?" I asked.

"I don't know." She responded. "But, mum might. If I came here, specifically here, as a baby," She said, deep in thought. "Then my parents had to find me here. That means they had to find the ship." She looked down. "They hid it from me this entire time."

"Maybe it was for the best." I said. "How could they possibly explain it to you when they didn't know what was going on themselves?"

I stood up and was about to walk out into the hall when Bethany said something.

"At least we found the link between us." Bethany said. "I was subconsciously searching. Part of me knew that I didn't belong, and I was looking for anything that was really home." I turned around to face her. "And judging by the war inside my head, you're all that's left."

"You were astrally projecting yourself." I replied. "You released your mind to search across time and space to try to find me." I sighed, looking down and thinking that we were all that was left of our race. "And you finally have."

I walked forward to hug her, and she eagerly returned it. I knew that she was taking it hard, and that was to be expected of someone who was just told that they were an alien.

I released her and she looked up at me, wetness in her eyes again. I smiled down at her. "Let's go find your ship."