"You alright, Doctor?" Rory asked as Amy pulled herself away from the hug.
"I'm fine," the Doctor replied, "Well, sort of. Besides the bloody headache, anyway."
"Um. . .About that," Amy said as she looked down, "I had to use your screwdriver to bring you back," she handed the sonic screwdriver back to him, "It looked like it hurt you pretty bad."
"Wait-What?" he asked, total confusion in his tone, "How could that happen? It can't manipulate living things. Unless. . ."
"Unless it's a virus," Rory said, "Viruses aren't alive."
The Doctor snapped his fingers and smiled at Rory. "Rory the genius strikes again!"
He dashed by Amy, the direction to the exit. She turned and asked, "Where are you going?"
"To the TARDIS!" the Doctor said, "Gotta change clothes before the blood stains! Be right back!" He turned left and he vanished from view.
"Such determination," Brooke said from behind Amy, causing her to jump, "And talk about strong will. I've never seen anyone hold on for that long. Why is that?"
"Well, let's see," Amy said, "Maybe it's because he's not human."
"What?" Brooke raised an eyebrow. "How? He looks human. . ."
"Isn't it obvious? He's an alien."
"What kind? My relatives may have heard of him."
"Hmm. . .sonic screwdriver, TARDIS, never says his real name. . ."
"So he's a Time Lord, then?"
Amy's eyes widened. "How-?"
"I've heard stories of Time Lords when I was a little girl. It's amazing! I thought he was just a fairy tale."
"Well get this, sister. He's not."
"Not what?"
Amy jumped after hearing a familiar voice from behind her. She turned and saw the Doctor, his buttoned shirt white and long coat green. She sighed in relief. "Can you stop with the jumpscares, please?"
"Sorry."
"We were just talking about what you are," Brooke said, clipboard pressed against her small chest, "I, honest to God, thought you're human. Amy says you're a Time Lord. You're truly a Time Lord, aren't you?"
The Doctor nodded his head.
"My god," Brooke said in an awestruck tone, "A Time Lord. I'm actually speaking to a Time Lord! And to be the last of your kind, my, that would've been a hell of a challege to find one! At least one to a blillionth of a chance, I'd think-"
"Wait, wait, wait," Rory said, interrupting her fangirl moment, "How'd you know he's the last one? Bedtime story?"
"Pretty much," Brooke replied, "Mom talked about the last pure Time Lord in existance. It was a long time ago, though."
"How didn't you know that he's a Time Lord?"
"I knew there's a Time Lord, but I never knew it was the Doctor! I'd better write this down."
"In where?" the Doctor asked.
"Research records," Brooke said as she wrote, "You know, to see how unique my test subjects are-oh!"
The clipboard slipped from her hands, landing on the floor with a clank. The trio eyed her in terror.
Clumsiness.
A symptom of Inferno.