Yasmin Khan yawned, and leaned back in her chair.

Dan Lewis was sat in a chair nearby, reading a newspaper. Professor Jericho had gone to have a shave.

It had been a few days since they had all found themselves stuck the early twentieth century without the TARDIS, and it was slowly starting to sink in. They were stuck in a time period that none of them knew. Jericho wouldn't be even born for another twenty years, Dan's family had only recently emigrated from Ireland to Liverpool, and Yaz's family were still living in India under the British Raj.

It was a pretty difficult adjustment to make.

Not to mention… what had happened to the Doctor.

Yaz felt her heart beat painfully with worry. She had been separated from the Doctor before but this… this was different. Things had changed a lot since then. A lot of things had changed since she had started travelling alone with the Doctor. Feelings had changed. Grown stronger. They had always been there, but they had been easier to push down before.

She couldn't do that anymore. It was too painful. Especially when the Doctor never seemed to… open up, or tell Yaz about her past. Yaz had stood in the burning ruins of the Doctor's home planet, and yet the Doctor still didn't want to tell her things. Even when it had been just the two of them travelling, the Doctor never gave Yaz the full story. Despite the fact that they trusted each other with their lives, the Doctor didn't trust Yaz with her past. It… it had hurt more than Yaz could admit. Because she cared for the Doctor more than she could quite admit, even to herself.

And now… now the Doctor was gone. Stuck somewhere across time and space, with no way for Yaz to know what was happening to her, or even if she was… she was…

'Y'alright, Yaz?'

She looked up. Dan had folded up his paper, and had leaned forward towards her, his eyes full of concern.

'Me? Fine.'

'Didn't look fine to me,' the scouser continued, quietly. 'Looked to me like you was worrying about the Doctor again.'

Bollocks. So much for not showing her emotions on her face.

'Okay, scouse; you got me,' she said, sighing. 'I am.'

Dan nodded, in understanding.

'We'll find her. Don't worry; we'll get you back to her.'

'Thanks,' Yaz replied, although she found it difficult to believe him. 'I… I really miss her. And… well, I miss my family. My sister, my mum and dad. Before, I knew the Doctor could always drop me off home whenever I asked, but now…'

'Yeah,' Dan said, nodding. 'The last me mam and dad saw of me was going after the Sontarans in the Liverpool Docks. They probably don't know what happened to me.'

Yaz smiled.

'Don't worry; the Doctor can get us back to just after we left.'

Dan nodded.

'I suppose. Hopefully, we can find Di along the way.'

'The woman you were going on that date with?'

Dan seemed to flush a little.

'Yeah. She's… she's pretty great. I haven't met someone like her since… well, my fiancé.'

Yaz stared at him.

'You were engaged?'

'Yeah,' Dan said. 'But… well, it didn't work out. She called it off a few days before the wedding.'

'What?' Yaz exclaimed, shocked. 'Why?'

Dan shrugged.

'Dunno. Never found out. Guess some couples just don't make it.'

Yaz sighed, and picked a piece of bread off the nearby table. She took a bite of the bread, mulling it over and trying to ignore how weird it tasted compared to the modern stuff she was used to.

'But…' Dan continued. 'Some couples do. Make it, I mean. My parents, for one, and… well, you and the Doctor.'

Yaz choked on the bread. Coughing and spluttering, she felt her face burn. What? What was Dan-

'M-me and the Doctor?' she gasped, her heart suddenly hammering very fast. 'D-don't talk bloody daft! We're… we're just friends!'

'Really?'

Dan stared at her, his face the very picture of confusion.

'What do you mean "really"?'

'Well…' Dan said, looking a little awkward. 'I mean, I just assumed, like. What with you getting so upset when she got recalled back to that division thing.'

Yaz found herself dumbstruck, both at that awful memory and of how, in that moment, she had been out of her mind with worry for the Doctor. If Dan hadn't stopped her, she would have run through that portal to the 1960s and been immediately destroyed. All she had thought about was getting to the Doctor. Nothing else seemed to matter.

'Well…' Dan said. 'The Doctor's very lucky to have you, either way. And I'm sure she knows it.'

Yaz smiled, even as her heart continued to beat with worry.

What was happening to the Doctor? Was she even still alive? Where was she? And how would Yaz find her? There was all of time and space to search, how could she possibly-

'We'll find her, Yaz,' Dan said, pulling Yaz back into the present. 'Don't worry; we will.'

'You… you reckon?'

Dan nodded.

'Course. The Doctor needs you, Yaz, and I bet she misses you just as much as you miss her.'

Yaz's brain whirred at his choice of words. How could he… no, he couldn't know about the hologram. Yaz had found it in her pocket after their first night stuck in the past, and she hadn't showed it to either Dan or the professor, or even Peggy before they'd found a guardian for her. It felt… well, private. Something that the Doctor wanted only her to see. Something just between the two of them.

'Yeah,' Yaz said, quietly. 'I think she does, too.'