Kurt found the Doctor staring out at the stars on the Observation Deck.
"From her Majesty," he held out the mask, "she says there will be no more secrets on Starship UK."
"Kurt, you could have killed everyone on this ship." His voice was low and dark.
"You could have killed a star whale." He matched the Doctor's tone.
"And you saved it. I know, I know."
After a moment of silence, Kurt spoke again. "Amazing, though, don't you think? The Star Whale. All that pain and misery... and loneliness." He looked at the Doctor. "And it just made it kind."
"You didn't know how it would react."
"YOU didn't. But I've seen it before. Very old and very kind, and the very, very last. Sound a bit familiar?" The Doctor swept Kurt up into a hug. "Hey," he said softly.
"What?"
"Gotcha," he said into the Doctor's jacket.
"Ha! Gotcha," he replied softly, burying his face in Kurt's shoulder.
After a while, they walked back through the market to the TARDIS.
"Shouldn't we say goodbye? Won't they wonder where we went?"
"For the rest of their lives. Oh, the songs they'll write! Never mind them. Big day tomorrow."
"How do you know?" Kurt raised an eyebrow.
"It's always a big day tomorrow! I've got a time machine, I skip the little ones!"
"You know what I said about getting back for tomorrow morning... Have you ever run away from something because you were scared, or not ready, or just... Just because you could?"
"Once...a long time ago."
"What happened?"
"Hello," he said, gesturing to himself, then running into the TARDIS.
"Right. Doctor, there's something I haven't told you. No. Hang on, is that a phone ringing?" He followed the Doctor back inside. "People phone you?"
"Well, it's a phone box. Would you mind?"
Kurt picked up the phone. "Hello?"
"You aren't the Doctor. One of his companions, I suppose. Anyway, this is the Prime Minister."
"No, who? Seriously, who?" He muffled the phone. "He says he's the prime minister. First the Queen, now the Prime Minister. Get about, don't you?"
The Doctor gestured to pull a lever, then asked, "Which one?" Kurt pulled it and relayed the question.
"The British one," replied the British Prime Minister.
"Which British one?" Kurt listened, and held the phone out to the Doctor with wide eyes.
"Winston Churchill on the phone for you," he said in a shocked voice.
"Oh! Hello, dear. What's up?"
Miles and years away, Winston Churchill replied to the Doctor, "Tricky situation, Doctor. Potentially very dangerous. I think I'm going to need you." He looked at the shadow of the Dalek, and turned back to the phone.
"Don't worry about a thing, Prime Minister. We're on our way." The Doctor hung up, and Kurt smiled. Seemed like he wasn't being taken home after all, he thought, as the TARDIS took off.
And even though there was a terrible amount of fear with monsters, and some of them not alien, he couldn't be happier.