Gage and the other prisoners were free. They had reached Roswell, most of whose citizens were still in a memory-less stupor.
As the people's memory began to recover, they wondered what had happened to them, what had caused their near fugue states. The government was contacted, statements were released to the public, all of which were excuses because even they didn't know what had happened. They claimed that it had been caused by a major gas leak, creating symptoms like hallucinations, forgetfulness, and memory loss. The people of Roswell didn't entirely believe their story, and would claim, in their usual tourist trap style, that it had been the work of mischievous aliens. Few of them suspected that for once they were right. The prisoners that had been held by the aliens knew better than to recount their experiences, and gladly accepted the story of hallucinations accidentally induced by a gas leak. But Gage knew better.
As the days dragged on and programs were set up to help those still memory-less (or missing, or in need of psychological counseling), and schools and workplaces were shut down indefinitely, and the people tried to return their hijacked lives to normal, Gage was the only one firmly stuck in the past. He had no interest in moving on, no wish to return his life to a semblance of normalcy. He took to sitting down, looking up at the sky, and waiting for a miracle. He had been separated from his twin before, but this time was different. Now they were light-years, and centuries, apart. Gage had never felt such emptiness before; it was overpowering. And the one person he could talk to, Peter, was gone as well.
Sometimes he found himself staring at the pictures of the people he cared about, most of which were gone. More than once he picked up the phone with the intent of calling his parents and telling them what happened, every time he ended up setting the phone back. Finally, four days after the amnesia attack, he decided to go out for coffee. He sat outside with the overpriced drink in both hands, and found himself looking up at the stars again. He couldn't tear his eyes off the bright points of light, and he wondered if the girl and Clara were out there looking for Will and the others, or if they'd even made it off the ship.
He had heard that the ship disappeared, or rather, he had made the inference. A news station had reported of the mysteriously ending railroad tracks, leading only to a large, empty crater. That combined with the lack of further alien activity was enough to convince Gage that they were gone. And now so was his last hope of saving his brother and friends.
"I've heard that it looks better close up," the girl said.
Gage flinched at the sound of her voice, startled out of his reverie. "You… you're back. Did you find them? Are they alright?"
"I haven't had the time to go searching for them yet."
"What do you mean? You've had four days!"
"Well… not exactly," the girl said. "I do have a time machine… and, you see, it's only been a half hour."
"What… but…" Gage began, his question fading into incoherence before it had even started.
"How about we start from the beginning?" the girl said, walking over to Gage and offering her hand. "Hi, I'm the Doctor. I'm an alien that travels through time and space. Would you like to join me?"
Gage shook her hand, puzzled. "Sure. I mean, yes, yes I want to join you very much."
"Good," the Doctor replied. "Then what are you waiting for? Let's go."
"Oh, right," Gage said, then he remembered the sonic screwdriver. "Um, wait, this is yours…" he pulled the sonic out from a pocket in his cargo pants and returned it to the girl.
"I completely forgot about this," she said, walking away, Gage followed.
They arrived at the Tardis some time later. The Doctor introduced Siv'Irai and Clara to Gage, and made sure everyone was up to date.
"So Doctor, can you really find Will and the others?" Gage asked.
"Yes, with all the data I collected from the Asudine lab, I should be able to determine their exact locations in space and time."
"Well then, what are we waiting for? Let's go get them," Gage said.
"Uh well, you see, we need a bit more time to actually find them," the Doctor said, "But don't worry, it should just take a few hours. And anyway, everyone needs to sleep. Clara and Siv have just been through extremely stressful stuff and must be exhausted, and Gage, you look like you haven't slept properly in ages."
"Okay," Gage replied reluctantly, he turned to leave the Tardis.
"Uhm, the Tardis does have bedrooms," the Doctor called after him. "Clara, why don't you show them around…?"
"Oh. Sure. Right," Clara said, she led Gage and Siv out of the control room and through the Tardis's multitude of hallways to their rooms.
The Doctor, now alone, began working to locate all the people that had been lost through time. She may not remember who she was, or what kind of person she had been, but this feeling was unmistakable: determination. She would find and rescue everyone that had been lost. She would never give up.