"…And I feel that once the royal family arrives, we will all become the best of friends. All of us, the best of friends! You never know, maybe one day, we'll be … helping them reign all of Britain." Clive finished his 30-minute speech at breakfast.

Everyone looked at him in admiration. Every lord, every lady, every child, every servant, every man and woman looked at him with a smile and a gleam in their eyes. Well, except for, you know, the two people in the room who flew around time and space and were rudely awoken that morning by a broken Brainwave Synthesis Machine.

They both covered their mouths and yawned. The Doctor quickly took a pen out of his pocket, which thank goodness nobody saw during the speech because they used quills at the time, and put two strikes on the palm of Tristan's hand.

Yawn Count:

Tristan: IIII IIII IIII IIII

Doctor: II

"I can't believe you listened to all that rubbish," She whispered, "I was literally bored to tears. Literally! When I yawned, tears blurred my vision!"

"I wanted to see if he would, you know, foreshadow anything." He shrugged.

"Well he obviously didn't. Hello, I'm Clive, I just want to make connections with the rich and famous, not that I'm not one of those already." She mocked in a low voice that was supposed to sound manly.

He nudged her and they both turned their heads to the Étranges. All four of them were staring straight at them.

"You don't think they heard me did you?" She mumbled.

"I don't think so," he answered, still looking at them, "I think they were too busy staring at us." He looked around at the rest of the people in the room, everyone was in their own worlds eating, talking, and having a good time.

Absolutely nobody noticed the family's strange behaviour.

"Excuse me!"

They both turned around, it was Robert. He was standing, well kneeling now, behind their chairs, "I apologize for the interruption my fair lady, but it would be most kind of you to allow me to speak with your father in private in the hallway just outside."

"My who?" She was confused for a second, "where?"

"That would be me." The Doctor stood up and followed Robert out of the room.

"Erm, Sir Doctor," Robert fiddled with his fingers, "Mr. Étrange would be most pleased if you and your daughter would sit beside them during the feast tonight." He was obviously nervous, as usual.

"Yes, sure, love to," the Doctor said quickly but surely, "I was just wondering Robert…why are you so…jumpy all the time? Was it something the Étranges did to you? You can tell me anything, I'm here to help."

"Oh no, no, no Sir Doctor," Robert laughed nervously and put his hands up, "the Étranges have been very kind to me and my family. It's just, Mr. Étrange has spoken so greatly of you sir, I get nervous around men of such high class."

"They know me?" the Doctor was definitely interested now, "They…they…oh!" He pumped his right fist into the air and ran back into the kitchen, leaving Robert in the hall.

"Must be an English thing." Robert mumbled to himself.

The Doctor returned to the dining room and sat beside Tristan who was in a conversation with a few women on marrying their five daughters to men of the militia.

"Oh Sir Doctor," one of the ladies laughed, wiping tears from her eyes, "your daughter is absolutely charming. Have you found a husband for her yet?"

"No," he answered subconsciously, as if he were her real father, "that will not be happening in the near future. Absolutely not."

"A woman of twenty who isn't married yet? Atrocious." Another woman commented.

Another woman chimed in, "you should let her meet the men of the militia. They are absolute gentlemen!"

"She will not be married for she has already chosen a man." The Doctor made up on the spot, sighing and making a face as if he had just made the most stupid comment of all time.

All the ladies squealed and clapped their hands, "Who is it?" they all asked together.

"Uh," Tristan looked at the Doctor for some help. "It is—"

"Captain…Jack Harkness." He looked at the ladies, "Yes, Captain Jack Harkness. He is a captain, well more or less, and a man," he turned to Tristan, "come with me, I need to talk to you." He pulled her out of the room.

She almost tripped.

"I just found something out while I was talking with Robert."

They were back inside the TARDIS. He was leaning against the console and she was sitting in a chair.

"The Étranges, they were expecting us here," he continued, "so they are definitely the ones who shot the transmat beam at us. They must need us for something."

"Yeah," She said, "I mean, they were kind of staring at us the entire time we've been here. And they have a piece of alien technology. But…are they aliens? I mean, they don't look like aliens."

"Well, do I look like an alien?"

"Good point," she sighed, "you know, now that I think about it…their eyes!"

"What about their eyes?"

"Have you ever seen anyone else in the universe with eyes like theirs?"

"Well no," he said, but thought a little bit more, "Wait! I have! Oh my—"

"Where have they gone now?" Linda whispered in her husband's ear, "they keep running off."

"Don't worry," Clive smiled, "I've already asked Robert to tell the Doctor to sit with us during dinner. Right now, we can relax. I will inform the Doctor of our plans later tonight."

The family was still sitting in the dining room watching their visitors exit one by one.

"Who's the human?" She said louder once everyone had cleared the room, "She seems like the type of person who could interfere."

"She is a brave one. The companion," he walked over to the window to admire the scenery, "I could see everything when I looked at her, but when she looked me in the eyes I felt as if I was burning, like my body would burst into flames in an instant. She may only be a human now, and a very special human at that, but in the future…"

He shuddered.

"So there was this planet right," The Doctor started, "It was similar to Earth. It had water and land, well, more land than water, there was only one ocean, but there were tons of species of aliens living together on one planet, but in different sections of it like how Earth has countries with different races. In the middle of the one ocean, there was a tiny, tiny island and about 100,000 Hypnotics lived there, only Hypnotics."

"So those people are called Hypnotics? Do they…hypnotize others or something?"

"That is exactly it. They're one of the few in the whole universe who can control someone without persuasion. They're equipped with the most amazing abilities. Just by staring at you, they can flip through your future, present, and past through their head like a book."

"Do you think they were…seeing our futures back there?"

"I don't know," he exhaled, "But really, if traveling through time is your life, there really isn't a past or future or even present."

"That's true," she laughed, "So…if there's a whole island on a planet full of Hypnotics, why are there four of them in France?"

"They don't live there anymore," his voice became a tad more serious, "the planet was destroyed in the Time War. They must have survived somehow."