Shaun was the last person to wander into the kitchen for breakfast and the moment he arrived, Wilfred saw the Doctor's face light up with excitement. He'd noticed that both Harry and the Doctor seemed to be acting a little strange but neither one had said anything. Now that everyone was together, it seemed it was time to find out.

"Morning, Shaun," the Doctor said quickly before putting both his hands up in the air. "Alright, now everyone pay attention for a minute."

"What's going on?" Wilfred asked.

It was a little bit difficult these days to tell when the Doctor was truly excited about something because, in the three weeks that had passed since the wedding, it seemed he was happier every day. He was always smiling now.

"Everyone just sit still and be quiet for a minute," the Doctor said, grinning widely before he nudged Harry with his elbow. "Go ahead."

Wilfred waited for Harry to do something, but he didn't. He just stood there, leaning against the countertop and looking at them. He was about to ask what they were meant to be waiting for when he felt something change in himself.

There was a funny sensation like something warm was nuzzling against him, almost like a having a cat sitting and purring on his chest. It felt like some kind of door was opening inside his mind and letting little wisps of feelings float out—he felt peaceful and safe, yet at the same time a bit impatient and extremely curious. He found himself wanting to stretch out his entire body, and strange impulses to kick his feet or grab at anything he saw just to see what it felt like. Everything seemed new and almost magical, while a constant drumming in his head made him feel protected.

"Harry," he said, feeling worried despite how wonderful it all seemed. "That drumming sound—"

"It's just my heartbeat, Grandfather," Harry answered him quickly and, even as he said it, Wilfred could hear a strange muffled echo of Harry's voice in the back of his mind. "You're listening to my hearts."

"Oh, it's beautiful," Donna said, her voice full of wonder and her eyes glistening slightly. "It's so small! I mean, it's just this little bump you could hide under a hat—it's not even born yet and it's telling me how it feels. How is it doing that?"

"It's communicating with Harry," the Doctor explained, unable to stop smiling. "It's just like how human babies kick their mothers from inside while they learn how to use their legs. Our baby is developing its mind and sometimes it will telepathically 'kick', establishing a mental connection and sharing feelings with Harry. He's just projecting to you what he's feeling from the baby."

"Can we communicate back?" Donna asked eagerly. "Oh, I'd love it if I could talk back to him!"

"You could," the Doctor answered, scratching his chin thoughtfully. "Harry could project your feelings back, but it's probably best not to do that so early because—hold on a second, did you say 'him'?"

"Yeah," Donna answered, looking around at the rest of the group curiously. "Isn't it a boy?"

"I never said it was a boy," Harry answered with a slight frown.

"I know you didn't but . . . well, it's just obvious, isn't it?"

Shaun looked at her in confusion and shook his head a bit. "I never felt anything that told me if it was a boy or a girl." Wilfred and Jack both agreed that they hadn't had any indication either.

"But it is a boy," Donna insisted. "Isn't it?"

The Doctor's face split into an even wider grin than before. "Yes, it is."

"Woman's intuition?" Jack suggested helpfully.

"Could be," the Doctor replied. "I mean, you would expect a woman to have a better understanding of a baby than a man, but still . . . could be there are still a few traces of Time Lord in you, Donna."

News that the baby was a boy sparked action in Shaun. He had been joining the boys in their labs often, but he was usually working on his own projects. After a little training on how to use the tools available, Shaun had been building baby furniture that he was specially designing to withstand the kind of ruckus the TARDIS went through. He was primarily concerned with making sure nothing would fall over, but he was taking lessons from the Doctor on how to build and use gravity manipulators.

"The last thing anyone needs is for the TARDIS to have some sort of a crash landing and have a baby fly up out its crib," Shaun explained as Wilfred kept him company while he worked. "I was trying to think of something but you can't exactly strap him in and building some kind of rolling cage still wouldn't stop him from getting bumps and bruises. This thing will act like an air bag in a car . . . except it's gentle."

"It's good," the Doctor said approvingly, coming over from his own work station to have a look. "It's clever. The ship could be flipping end over end and the baby would barely feel a thing."

"That is the idea," Shaun suddenly turned and looked at the Doctor very seriously. "Please don't start flipping the ship over."

There seemed to be so much activity lately. Everyone was working on something it seemed. Harry had been working so hard in his lab that he had been found sleeping in there on occasion, while the Doctor was always tinkering with something and had developed a habit of mysteriously disappearing for hours at a time. The others helped with any jobs the Time Lords deemed them capable of doing, but no one was really sure what the actual goal was.

When asked what the project was, Harry would just mutter something about dampening fields and getting ideas from Shaun after seeing what he deemed an ingenious use for gravity manipulators on the baby crib. The two were spending more and more time working together, often in silence unless Shaun was getting a lesson in something.

"It's the simplest thing but I never would have thought of it," Harry was saying once as he worked on a piece of machinery no bigger than a cell phone. "Using a gravity manipulator on a two dimensional scale to create a buffer zone—it's brilliant. The Doctor always talks about humans having creativity that we don't but I never really believed him. Alright, now look, throw something at me."

Harry picked up his tiny piece of machinery and flipped a switch on it, looking at Wilfred expectantly. Wilf obediently picked a pen off the table and tossed it half heartedly. He watched as it suddenly stopped dead in the air and dropped to the floor, as though it had hit an invisible wall.

Harry gave an excited laugh. "Excellent!"

"But don't you already have things like this?" Wilfred asked in confusion. "Force fields or something like that?"

"Oh, yeah, of course," Harry answered, putting down the device and picking up some of his tools. "But force fields ripple when you touch them. You can see exactly where they reach and where they are originating from just by chucking a pebble at it. Not to mention everyone uses force fields these days and everyone knows how to disrupt the signals to turn them off or get past them. A modified gravity manipulator won't be expected—they won't know what to do with it. Hell, if I was around they might even just think I was telepathically blocking their minds to stop them from moving forward."

"And that's good, is it?"

"It's perfect."

The Doctor's projects seemed to be more focused on learning than building, as he was often seen tearing through books or working away on a computer, looking at star charts and what looked like blue prints for various types of ships. He'd also been asking Wilfred to help him practice his telepathic skills.

Usually Wilfred would just wind up sitting in a chair for an hour or two while the Doctor stared at him from across the room and nothing happened. A full month had passed with nearly daily practices and despite the Doctor's intense gaze and occasionally going red in the face, Wilfred never felt a thing. The first success they'd had was on a day when the Doctor was already in a foul mood though nobody, not even Harry, understood why.

"We don't have to do this today," Wilfred said sympathetically, worrying as the Doctor appeared more and more stressed. "Maybe we should just leave it. You said so yourself, Doctor, that Harry is unusually skilled at it, so you shouldn't feel bad if you can't—"

"I can," the Doctor interrupted firmly. "I can do it. I can project, I can. I just need to figure out how to establish the connection. I just need the bridge."

"But I can project too," Wilfred offered gently. "Anyone can. It's just Harry being able to pick it up that makes it work."

"I said I can do it!"

The Doctor had shouted and his eyes lit up in a momentary flash of anger, but that wasn't what had surprised Wilfred. What had surprised him was the feeling of pressure against his chest. It wasn't very strong, just a gentle push more than anything, but strong enough for him to know that it was real.

As he sat there, staring at the Doctor in shock, the Time Lord was quick to look ashamed of himself. "I'm sorry, Wilfred," he said quickly, turning his eyes downward. "I didn't mean to shout."

"Do it again!"

The Doctor frowned at him, looking perfectly confused. "What?"

"I felt something!" Wilf answered excitedly. "Whatever you just did, it worked. I felt something push me."

The Doctor stared at him a moment longer as though he didn't quite believe him, but then his eyes lit up with realization. "I was angry," the Doctor said quietly. "That's it. You can't just think it, you've got to feel it. I was angry!"

The Doctor laughed victoriously and then tried a few more times to establish the telepathic connection he had been trying so hard to achieve. In ten minutes, Wilfred felt another push, and again a few minutes after that. The Doctor was thrilled and went on some rambling episode in which he talked about strong emotion being the key—which he supposed made a lot of sense considering that Harry kept his emotions on the surface, while the Doctor tended to bottle them up.

After a few more tries the Doctor's face changed so dramatically that for a second Wilfred thought he'd hurt himself. "I have to try something," he said quickly and, without further explanation, fled the room.

He discovered later that day that the Doctor had gone straight to Harry to see if he could communicate with their baby. He had been successful, making both Time Lords ecstatic, even if the connection had only been a muffled whisper compared to how clear it was when Harry did it.

They were so near, Wilfred realized sadly that night. The months were flying by and they were so close to the end of that wonderful year the Doctor had prophesied. It was hard to imagine what was going to happen. It was hard to see the boys sitting together and being happy when that image was still sitting in the back of his head—that image of Harry paling and closing his eyes and of the Doctor trying frantically to keep him awake as his fingers were being reattached.

He looked up and saw Harry's eyes locked on him from across the room. Did he know? Had he seen it? It was too difficult to keep a secret around that man and sometimes it was infuriating. What would happen if Harry knew what was coming?

There was definitely a look of fear in those dark eyes. What had he seen?

"We should go to Godforge," Harry said suddenly, without even looking away from Wilfred.

"What for?" the Doctor asked. "It's terribly hot there."

"I want to get my knife fixed," Harry answered casually, though Wilfred knew from the look in his eye that he didn't want to tell the truth. "It's got a big empty space in it from the missing diamond and it's annoying."

"Alright. We'll go tomorrow then. I want you to have a good rest before we go anywhere with that much heat."

The next morning, when they stepped through the doors of the TARDIS, everyone except Harry looked surprised. Wilfred turned to look at him as the smell of smoke drifted in, and saw nothing but grim expectation.

"Is it supposed to look like this?" Shaun asked hesitantly. "That doesn't really look like the temple you described."

"No," the Doctor answered in shock. "No, no, no . . . what's happened?"

Many of the stalls in the marketplace were gone, and the ones that remained were either damaged or very recently repaired. The temple that gleamed in the light the last time he stood here now had parts of its towers ripped clean off, and flames burned all around them. Piles of rubble set to burn to dust and some piles, he suspected from the smell, of the dead.

Harry was the first to begin walking and the others fell into step. He saw Harry lift a hand to protectively cover the denndi with his eyes glazed over and distant. The Doctor seemed at a complete loss but Harry seemed to know exactly what had happened. He had been expecting this from nothing more than something he had seen in Wilfred's head.

What in the world had he seen? Had Wilfred known something this whole time that could have saved Godforge from this sort of destruction? Had he been too busy being a bumbling old grandfather fretting over full grown men as though they were children to notice that he had been exposed to vital and possibly life-saving information?

"They came to Earth looking for a saviour," Jack said quietly. "Why didn't we realize that meant they needed saving?"

"Saving from what?" Wilfred asked in exasperation. "This place was fine when we were here last."

And then he remembered. As Harry's eyes, so full of fear and defeat, turned upon him, he remembered. The priest told them that the fire's had been showing signs of distress—usually an omen of the coming of chaos or evil. And as Harry looked at him, he felt the memory of a little girl with black lips drift to the surface of his mind.

"You knew she was here," Harry whispered angrily, reaching out and gripping the Doctor's arm tightly. "You knew she was alive and that she was here, and you never came back to even warn them."

"Harry, I didn't know until after we left," the Doctor answered quickly. "I thought she would follow us. I didn't think—"

"You knew she was alive!" Harry shouted and Wilfred saw the others take a step back from the pair. "And if you had just told me the truth, I could have told you what she would do. This is your fault as much as it is mine."

And Wilfred stood with the others, afraid and confused, as Harry stormed off towards the fires with the Doctor chasing after him.