Rose came into the dining room the next morning ahead of the Doctor. She made sure of this since she needed to ask Emperor Borusa something.

"Ah, good morning, miss Tyler. Theta's still sleeping off the embarrassment I presume?", Borusa said with a smile.

Rose hesitated at the name he called the Doctor

"Yes. What did you just call him?" she asked.

"Theta. When the Doctor was at the Academy, he went by the name Theta Sigma," he explained.

Rose sat down and put food on her plate.

"What Academy?"

"The Academy of the Time Lords, on Gallifrey," he said.

"So wait, you're a Time Lord too? 'Cause the Doctor said Gallifrey and his people were dead." Rose asked

"Yes, I am. And I'm not the only one left besides him. But the story of how that is possible, is one the Doctor is not allowed to know, out of risk to his personal timeline. Just remember, don't tell him about the others. It's for his own safety." Borusa said warningly. Rose nodded.

"Were you at the Academy together?" Rose asked.

"Yes, we were. But not in the way that you think. I am much too old to have been his classmate. I was his teacher." he answered.

This reminded Rose of the events of the previous day.

"How did you know the Doctor needed the loo?" she asked.

"Because it's not the first time I've seen that speech of his, miss Tyler. Not the first time at all. I met the Doctor when he was quite young. About 12 years old by your planets standards. One thing I learned quickly, was how awkward he was. This, of course, applied especially to voicing his needs. The ability to speak up wasn't normally necessary as far as his classmates were concerned, the others were usually quite good at taking care of this , however, was not. Hence he found himself quite often, in need of the facilities. Which of course, he wasn't exactly apt at asking for. A habit developed, of him raising his hand, then when prompted, he would stand up, and attempt to convey what he wanted, as subtly as possible, whilst moving about quite amusingly, scratching the back of his head, keeping his eyes firmly on his shoes, stammering and blushing wildly. His classmates, of course, started laughing at this pitiful display, so I always just nodded and excused him, before he got too humiliated. I eventually coached him into being truthful about his needs, but not after a while of "encore performances" and sympathetic pep talks. I must say, I'm pleased this regeneration seems so very cheerful. It means 900 years was enough for him to forget all that. Except for the speech, of course!" Borusa said with a laugh.

"So you know all his tells then?" Rose asked.

"Well, if he's as awkward as I think he still is, then yes, most of them. He really isn't very good at discretion. At least, not as good as he thinks." he answered.

He elaborated, " I saw your smile when he left yesterday. You know his ways as well, don't you?" Borusa asked.

"Yes, I do. He definitely hasn't changed, you're absolutely right about that." Rose said with a giggle.

"Indeed. Not surprised. Remember this Rose, never underestimate this skill. He's only got you, and believe me, he might brag about our "superior biology", but when it comes to the Doctor, that's what caused the issue in the first place. He may be an adult, but that does not mean he doesn't need motherly reminders every now and then. Okay?" Borusa asked

Rose nodded, smiled and went back to her breakfast. When the Doctor arrived, all three had a nice Gallifreyan breakfast together. The End.