Though my eye-lids were still closed, I could still feel light trying to burn my eyes. Slowly, I opened them. When they were open, I saw the head of blond thirty-something woman. It took me a while to recognize her, but then I remembered. This was Emma, whom the Doctor and I had picked up in Tel Aviv.
"You're awake." she said.
"No need to sound so disappointed." I replied.
"I was hoping you would rest a little longer." she explained, "That's a nasty bump you got there. It needs some time to heal."
"What were you doing at the Eye of Harmony, anyway?" I heard the voice, but didn't see the face it belonged to.
I had to quickly scan the room, in order to find the man who just spoke to me. The man who called himself the Doctor.
"Eye of what?" I asked.
The Doctor widened his eyes: "You didn't know what that was?"
I shook my head.
"That answers that question." the Doctor said.
"What's this all about?" I asked.
Emma started: "He thought you were..."
"We had begun speculating about why you would even want to be near the Eye of Harmony." the Doctor interrupted her, "The possibility that you were trying to sabotage the Tardis came up."
I should feel insulted that either one of these two would even think that, but then I remembered something else: "What is this... Eye of Harmony?"
"Remember when I told you the Tardis draws its energy from the universe itself?" the Doctor asked, to which I nodded, "That's what the Eye of Harmony does."
"It's a power source?" I asked.
"You can say that."
Then it makes sense why he would think Maen and I, or anyone, would try to sabotage it. When that thought came to me, I asked: "Where's Maen?"
"She's fine." Emma told me, "She's in the other room, resting. As should you be."
"Doc." I turned to the Doctor again, "What happened, exactly?"
He smiled: "I had set the Tardis' controls for England. But because the Eye was open, it caused some tremors as we traveled."
"It's more than just tremors, Doctor." Emma interjected, "You said it yourself, the instruments' readings were going haywire, as if they didn't know what they were supposed to be measuring."
"Thank you, Emma." the Doctor replied, though he didn't sound like he meant it.
"Eh... should I be worried?" I asked.
The Doctor hesitated to answer: "The only way the Time Lords could think of to draw power directly from the universe, is by use of a black hole."
"Yes. I remember you explaining something along those lines before." I said.
"But black holes are points in space where the laws of physics seize to exist." the Doctor further explained, "So anything, as absurd as they may seem, could happen."
I needed a moment to let that sink in before I asked: "And did anything happen?"
"Don't worry about that." Emma replied.
"I didn't ask you." I told her.
The Doctor sighed: "I haven't noticed anything if it did."
"You really don't know any limits, do you?" Emma asked him, "He has a light concussion, he shouldn't worry about such things."
"He deserves to know where he stands on these matters." the Doctor argued.
"He needs rest." Emma countered.
"If you two keep arguing, I won't be getting much of it." I reasoned with them.
Emma had to keep herself from bursting in anger.
"Emma, maybe Maen needs you to check up on her." the Doctor suggested.
"I already did." she reminded him.
"She has a concussion too, remember?" the Doctor said, "She needs just as much attention as he does."
She had no counterpoint with the Doctor's argument, so she got up to leave the room. As soon as she was out the door, the Doctor took a seat next to my bed.
"Something else you wanted to talk about?" I asked him.
"If you didn't want to sabotage the Tardis, why were you at the Eye of Harmony?"
I told the Doctor the whole story. About how I wanted to explore the Tardis, and just happened upon this medieval decor. As well as how neither of us knew what fiddling with it could mean.
"I suppose I should be cross with you for this." the Doctor said, "But that would be hypocrit on my part."
I smiled, happy to know that the Doctor understood this much.
"Doc, there's something else."
Intrigued, the Doctor looked at me: "What might that be?"
"When the Eye opened, it... projected something." I explained.
"Ah?" the Doctor seemed genuinely interested, "What did it project?"
I described the two men that I saw. The one that looked like a professor, and the one that looked like my grandfather.
"I see." was all the Doctor said. Though the pause he left in between my explanation and his reaction didn't escape my notice.
"Who are those men?" I asked.
"They are..." the Doctor stopped himself from finishing his own sentence, "... nothing to worry about just yet."
"Doc, I'm not an idiot." I said, "I can tell when there's something you're not telling me."
The Doctor snickered: "I don't mean to insult your intelligence. But as Emma said, you still have a concussion. If I tried explaining this to you now, it may be too much for you to understand."
I sighed: "Promise me you'll tell me the whole story, next time I ask?"
"If you're in a better condition, sure." the Doctor replied.
I dropped myself on my bed. The Doctor will tell me when my condition has improved. But who is usually the judge of that? That's usually a doctor. Was he trying to make an excuse so he won't have to explain anything?
"Have I ever lied to you?" he asked me, clearly aware of how I felt.
"No." was my honest answer, "But you haven't told me everything either."
The Doctor laughed: "For me to tell you everything about me, is tantamount to telling you the complete plot of every Dixon Hill novel, before you read the novels for yourself."
I suppose he had a point there. A novel usually builds up the plot, lets the mystery play out, and allows its audience to figure a thing or two out for themselves. I suppose the same can be said about people in general. They can tell you a lot about themselves, but in a way there's more fun in finding it all out for yourself. Even more so, when you realize that people don't always tell you the truth about themselves. So I took the Doctor's words in, and followed Emma's advice to rest.