Chapter Four: Gridlock
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The Doctor hadn't said anything about taking them home but he hadn't said anything about taking them anywhere else either so Gus and Shawn were in the middle of a very heated silent argument. Gus lost and so he took the lead when they approached the Doctor.
"So, Doctor," he began hesitantly. "We've been thinking. You know how you told us that we got one trip in the TARDIS and that was it?"
"I do remember saying something about that, yeah," the Doctor agreed. "You had fun meeting Shakespeare, right?"
Gus tilted his head. "Until the witches showed up." Shawn nudged him. "I mean, of course we did. It was wonderful. But seriously, how often do you run into alien witches?"
"It's never happened before and, given that they've been re-banished, I doubt it will ever happen again," the Doctor assured him.
"And so it normally doesn't spiral wildly out of control?" Gus asked, just to make sure.
The Doctor smiled sheepishly. "Well…about that…"
"We just don't think it's fair," Shawn jumped in before the Doctor could say anything that would get Gus off of his side and angling to go home again.
"That you had to deal with alien witches?" the Doctor asked, confused.
Gus nodded. "Yes," he said seriously.
"No," Shawn said firmly, sending a glare Gus' way. "We don't think it's fair that our one trip was to the past. On our planet. In England."
"Hey!" the Doctor protested. "What's wrong with England? I love England!"
"I'm a patriot," Shawn declared dramatically.
Gus snorted. "No, you're not."
"I am when it's convenient!" Shawn insisted. "If that's not true patriotism, what is?" He paused. "Don't answer that."
"So you're complaining that you got to go travelling in time? Even though you had fun?" the Doctor asked incredulously, trying to understand what they were getting at.
"I'm not sure 'complaining' is really the right word," Gus said delicately.
"We ask…nay, we demand to go to the future! And another planet! It won't be a proper trip until we do," Shawn claimed.
"And then we'd be happy to go home and respect your wish to travel alone," Gus promised.
"Speak for yourself," Shawn muttered. Gus elbowed him. "I mean, yes. That is absolutely how this will go. Scout's honor."
The Doctor grinned at them. "Would you believe that I was just considering stretching the definition of 'one trip' myself?"
"Clearly it's fate," Shawn remarked.
Strangely, the Doctor frowned at this. "I don't like fate. Comes from being a time-traveler, I think."
"Even self-made fate?" Shawn asked.
"No, that's alright," the Doctor admitted, "but is it really fate if you get to choose it?"
Shawn shrugged. "Beats me but after it's been done everyone will inevitably call it that anyway."
"Hey, Doctor, do you think we could go to your planet?" Gus asked excitedly.
The Doctor turned away before they could see him visibly deflate. "Ahh, there's plenty of other planets."
"Yeah, but I want to see-" Gus started to say.
"C'mon, Gus, that'd be no fun for the Doctor!" Shawn quickly interrupted. "It'd be like if we took him home to meet my dad."
"Which will absolutely happen at some point, mark my words," Gus warned.
The Doctor made a face. "Yeah, I don't really do domestics. I mean, I have before but never willingly and I will probably complain loudly before and afterwards."
"Not during?" Gus inquired curiously.
The Doctor's eyes widened in shock. "Of course not! That would be rude! I think. Would that be rude?"
"Yes, it would," Gus confirmed. "Though I'm not sure you could really call Shawn's relationship with his father 'domestic.'"
"But Gus' family is right out," Shawn announced.
Gus shrugged. "That's alright. I'm not sure they'd approve of this anyway."
Shawn shook his head pityingly. "I can't believe you'd let a little thing like that stop you."
Gus crossed his arms. "I'm here, aren't I?" he demanded.
"Plus, if the Doctor's any indication then Time Lords all look human-" Shawn began.
"Humans all look Time Lord," the Doctor corrected. "We came first."
"You'd barely even realize you were dealing with an alien!" Shawn continued, ignoring the interruption.
"That's true…" Gus conceded. "What kind of alien do you want to see?"
"A race of talking cats," Shawn replied promptly.
Gus rolled his eyes. "Be serious, Shawn."
"What, we have alien witches and evil angel statues but I want to see a race of talking cats and I need to 'be serious'?" Shawn demanded. "I bet if you wanted to see it it would be more serious."
"I'm just saying, that seems highly unlikely," Gus tried to placate him.
"Actually, I do know of a race of talking cats," the Doctor spoke up. "Well…sort of. They're human-sized but they have cat features and they can talk. They're called Catkind. I can't say much about their morals but if we head to after I shut the hospital down they should still be there…"
"So you've decided on a planet then?" Shawn asked eagerly.
The Doctor nodded enthusiastically as he started working the controls. "Year five billion and fifty-three, planet New Earth! Second hope of mankind! Fifty thousand light years from your old world, and we're slap bang in the middle of New New York. Although, technically it's the fifteenth New York from the original, so it's New New New New New New New New New New New New New New New York. One of the most dazzling cities ever built."
"Mankind didn't get any more original with naming did we?" Shawn asked rhetorically. "Lame. You'd think by the time you get to the point you have to count how many 'news' you said you'd give it up and pick something easier to remember."
"That's why they just call it 'New New York,'" the Doctor replied.
"Hey Shawn, can I talk to you for a minute?" Gus asked pleasantly. "Over here?"
"Huh? Oh sure," Shawn agreed, following Gus over to the other side of the room.
"What was that all about?" Gus demanded quietly.
"What was what all about?" Shawn asked blankly. "You do remember that I'm not really psychic, right?"
"Of course I do," Gus said impatiently. "I meant the way you completely shot down my idea to go see the Time Lord world. Don't you want to see the Doctor's home planet?"
"Of course I do!" Shawn replied.
"Then why didn't you let me ask him to take us there?" Gus demanded.
"Dude, did you see the way he reacted to that question? Clearly that was the last thing in the world he wanted to do and since he still hasn't agreed to let us keep traveling with him, I figured why push our luck," Shawn explained.
"Why wouldn't he want to show us…whatever his planet's name was?" Gus wondered.
Shawn shrugged. "I don't know. It could be a lot of things. Maybe he's ashamed or embarrassed of his planet. Maybe he just really hates his people. Maybe he's got something more impressive to show us. Maybe he got banished. Maybe he's a criminal. Maybe his entire race is dead."
"Oh, come on. What are the odds that his entire race is dead?" Gus asked skeptically.
"That would depend on whether or not his entire race is, in fact, dead," Shawn replied.
"You always say that," Gus complained.
"What can I say, buddy? It's not like we know anything else about Time Lords and we already know from the Carrionites that it's possible to completely wipe out a race. Even if they were banished instead of killed," Shawn amended.
"Well, what about him being a criminal? Do we really want to travel with a criminal?" Gus asked worriedly.
"It's not like we have any idea of the kind of laws his people have. Maybe he was arrested for having hair that was too awesome," Shawn suggested.
Gus stared at him. "No one would have a law like that, Shawn."
"You sure?" Shawn asked him. "There are a lot of stupid laws out there. Just in California, for instance, you can't wiggle while dancing. I would really like to know what they were thinking when they came up with that one. And by 'I would really like to know' I really mean 'I don't care' so if you do happen to know why, please don't tell me."
"I don't know," Gus assured him.
Shawn narrowed his eyes. "I'm trying to decide if I believe you or not…But look, whatever the reason is, it's clear that he doesn't want to talk about it right now so let's just go do this and maybe after our second trip we can press him on why he doesn't want to go home if we absolutely must."
"I suppose that's fair," Gus agreed.
"Couldn't you have taken us here when it wasn't raining?" Gus asked as they hurried along the streets.
"I could have tried but frankly I think we should just count our blessings that we ended up in New New York at all," the Doctor replied. "The TARDIS can be…temperamental."
"I'd like to state that, for the record, this feels too much like Earth to really qualify as a different planet and I've yet to see any evidence of being in the future," Shawn declared.
"Well, how about this?" the Doctor asked, going over to a dead screen and shining his sonic screwdriver on it for a moment before it lit up.
"I want one," Shawn announced.
"We know," Gus and the Doctor said in unison.
"Just making sure you didn't forget," Shawn said innocently. "Hint. Hint."
"And the driving should be clear and easy, with fifteen extra lanes open for the New New Jersey expressway," a blonde reporter was saying as the screen flickered to life. The view switched to a clearly futuristic city with cars flying through the air.
"Oh, that's more like it! That's the New we had last time. This must be the lower levels. Down in the base of the tower, some sort of under-city," the Doctor theorized.
"She was so lying," Shawn told them.
"About what?" Gus asked quizzically. "She was giving a traffic report."
"I don't know," Shawn admitted. "But she was clearly lying."
"I don't see how," the Doctor told him. "Or why, for that matter. It should be easy to check and see if the driving up top is 'clear and easy' or not."
Shawn shrugged. "I just call them like I see them."
"Well until you come up with something plausible, let's focus on something else. Like, say, the fact that the Doctor brought us to the slums," Gus complained.
"Much more interesting! It's all cocktails and glitter up there. This is the real city," the Doctor enthused.
"So, what? Up there's the 'fake' city?" Gus asked sarcastically.
"Ah, this place isn't so bad," Shawn claimed. "In fact, I used to live in a place just like this."
"How many times did you get mugged?" Gus demanded.
"Gus, don't be racist," Shawn admonished.
"That's not being racist, Shawn," Gus said exasperatedly.
"Classist?" Shawn tried.
"Just answer the damn question, Shawn," Gus ordered.
"Probably less than other people," Shawn said noncommittally.
"Hey look, the rain's stopping!" the Doctor announced.
"If only we'd landed twenty minutes later…" Gus said ruefully.
Suddenly the top of one of the large green boxes around them flipped open to reveal a street vendor's cart. "Oh! You should have said. How long you been there? Happy! You want Happy!"
"I'm not sure what he's talking about but I feel condescended towards," Shawn said indignantly.
"Customers! Customers! We've got customers!" a woman said as her hidden vendor sprang open.
"So now we can't even walk down the street without being customers?" Gus asked, annoyed.
Apparently all of the boxes – and there were quite a few – were really vendors and they all acted like they hadn't seen somebody walking by who might possibly be a potential customer for weeks.
"Are they selling drugs?" Gus asked uncertainly.
"I think they're selling moods," the Doctor replied.
"I remember the good old days when drugs had far more interesting names," Shawn said nostalgically. "Angel Dust, Satan's Secret, Lady Snow, Half Moon, Magic Mint…"
Shawn trailed off as a pale woman with a shawl wrapped her head walked right past them and up to the closest vendor.
"I'd like to buy Forget," she said, sounding out of it.
"That's not even a mood," Shawn complained. "It's not even 'forgetful' just 'forget.'"
"I've got Forget, my darling," the vendor said, sounding rather creepy. "What strength? How much you want forgetting?"
"It's my mother and father. They went on the motorway," the woman said hollowly.
"Oh, that's so sweet," the vendor said, reaching into her supply.
" 'Sweet'?" Shawn couldn't believe it. "Dude, she's trying to forget her parents and this woman thinks it's 'sweet'?"
"Try this. Forget Forty-three. That's twopence," the vendor informed her customer.
"How much is a pence?" Shawn wondered.
"I think it's worth, like, three cents," Gus replied. "Of course, it's also British money so…"
Shawn whistled. "Damn are drugs cheap in the future. And I would have thought inflation would have done just the opposite and it had been worth a thousand dollars or something. And why are they using British money in New New York?"
"Not everyone hates Britain," the Doctor sniffed.
"I don't hate it," Shawn tried to explain. "I just-"
"Hold that thought," the Doctor interrupted. "Excuse me, ma'am, what happened to your parents?"
The woman's gaze flickered towards him. "They drove off."
"They might drive back," the Doctor pointed out.
"Most children who get abandoned by their parents tend to be just a little bit younger than this," Shawn noted.
"Everyone goes to the motorway in the end. I've lost them," the woman insisted.
"But they can't have gone far. You could find them," the Doctor suggested.
The woman just gave him a pitying look and put a patch – presumably forgetfulness – on her neck. She blinked a few times. "I'm sorry, what were you saying?"
"Your parents. Your mother and father. They're on the motorway," the Doctor immediately reminded her with absolutely no concern for the fact she'd just deliberately ridden herself of that information.
"Are they?" the woman said vaguely. "That's nice. I'm sorry, won't keep you." With that, she wandered off.
"Okay, I'll bite," Shawn said. "Can she not remember her parents at all, can't remember what 'going to the motorway' means, or she's just too out of it to react?"
"For her sake, I hope it's the first one or she is going to be in for a rude shock when she comes out of it or asks anybody else about the motorway," Gus replied. "Although at least the drug is cheap."
"Is 'going to the motorway' some new slang for committing suicide?" the Doctor wondered. "Something strange is going on here and I sincerely hope that this time it's not my fault and I didn't ruin everything."
Shawn and Gus exchanged alarmed looks.
"Um, this time?" Gus finally asked.
The Doctor coughed. "Right, you weren't there. Um…never mind then. Forget I said anything."
"Did someone say forget?" the vendor perked up. "Because I can help you with-"
"NO," all three of them said loudly.
Suddenly, a man ran up to them and put his arm around Shawn's neck. "I'm sorry, I'm really, really sorry. We just need three, that's all," he said, sounding apologetic.
A woman stepped in front of him and pointed a gun at the Doctor and Gus.
"No, let him go!" the Doctor shouted, advancing on them. "I'm warning you, let him go!"
"Gus, do something!" Shawn cried out, ignoring his gibbering captors.
"Shawn, they've got a gun," Gus argued.
"Oh come on! We've been in these kinds of situations before!" Shawn exclaimed as they started dragging him back with them.
"Yeah and I'd like to continue my perfect record of not being shot!" Gus shot back.
"You are officially the worst friend ever," Shawn accused.
Gus' eye twitched. "Do you really want to go there, Shawn? Because if so then let me remind you that-"
"That's not a real gun!" Shawn shouted.
Everyone – the Doctor, Gus, and his own captors – stopped.
"Yes it is!" the woman insisted, trying to keep her gun-arm steady. "Don't make me prove it."
"Shawn, this is five billion years into the future!" Gus pointed out. "You can't possibly have seen a gun like that, real or otherwise, in your life!"
"Just trust me on this," Shawn pleaded.
"How sure are you?" the Doctor spoke up.
"About seventy-eight percent," Shawn told him.
"I'm really not comfortable with anything less than eighty percent," Gus declared.
"Fine, I'm eighty percent sure!" Shawn amended. "Now help me!"
His captors began to back up again but Gus and the Doctor sprang into action. Ignoring the woman with the gun, they wrestled the man who had Shawn in a strangle-hold to the ground.
"I told you," Shawn said half an hour later once the five-some had found someplace to sit down. "Never doubt me on these things."
"We didn't," Gus pointed out. "That's why you're still with us."
"But how did you know?" the woman, Cheen, wondered, awed.
"I'm a psychic," Shawn said automatically. Gus stepped on his foot. "Ow!"
"Now, why don't you tell us why you were trying to kidnap my friend," the Doctor said. It sounded like a question but it really wasn't. "And what did you mean by 'we just need three'?"
The man, Milo, glanced at Cheen before he began. "Last week my wife found out that she was pregnant. We've lived in Pharmacy Town all our lives but it's no place to raise a child. Everyone says that the air in Brooklyn's so much cleaner."
"How very touching," Shawn deadpanned. "Can we skip to the part where you tried to kidnap me?"
"In order to gain access to the fast lane," Cheen explained. "It's a carpooling incentive."
"And you couldn't just lie because…?" Gus asked them.
"Everyone says that if you lie about these things then giant crab monsters will eat your car," Cheen said matter-of-factly.
"We don't believe it, of course," Milo said hastily at the look on their faces. "But still, why risk it?"
"Why risk kidnapping Shawn at all?" the Doctor demanded. "If this New York is anything like the one I know, Brooklyn's hardly far enough away from here to justify a felony in order to save a little time."
"It's only ten miles," Milo informed him. "And we were going to drop you back off once we got there."
"Then why did you feel the need to attempt to kidnap me?" Shawn pressed. "How long could that possibly take?"
The couple exchanged a look.
"Give or take…six years," Milo said finally.
"Just in time for him to be starting school," Cheen said wistfully.
"And I thought LA traffic was bad," Gus muttered.
"So even though it would have taken six years to get there, you'd still be willing to go back just to drop Shawn off even though that would have been another twelve years round-trip?" the Doctor asked incredulously.
"You know, we actually hadn't thought about that," Cheen admitted. "But the minute we had, we probably would have just tried to arrange for someone else to take…Shawn, was it, back."
"You are both horrible, stupid people and I severely dislike you," Shawn declared. Gus stepped on his foot again. "What? They were trying to kidnap me for six years."
"And you don't think there's anything…wrong with the fact that it takes so long to get anywhere?" the Doctor asked them.
"Not really," Milo said easily. "It's always been like that. Or at least for the last twenty-three years."
"They say it's not like that on the surface," Shawn reminded them. "So why is it so bad down here? Why don't more people go up to the surface?"
"We can't," Milo explained. "The motorways completely enclosed. There's no communicating with the outside world, either."
"Is it just me or does it sound like I was totally right?" Shawn asked brightly. "And look, a talking cat! This day is really looking up."
The others looked in the direction Shawn was pointing to see a Catkind dressed all in blue coming towards them. "Doctor, you need to come with me."
"Do I know you?" the Doctor asked curiously.
"You haven't aged at all," she marveled. "Time has been less kind to me."
"Novice Hame!" the Doctor gasped in sudden recognition before pulling her into a quick hug and then abruptly pushing her away. "No, hold on, get off. Last time we met, you were breeding humans for experimentation."
"And he took us to meet these talking cats?" Shawn asked, shaking his head.
"I've sought forgiveness, Doctor, for so many years, under his guidance. And if you come with me, I might finally be able to redeem myself," Hame said imploringly.
"Is it just me or does that sound slightly cultish?" Gus asked nervously.
"We'd be happy to go with you," the Doctor told her.
"What about us?" Milo demanded, standing up. "We still need an extra passenger!"
"Tough," Shawn said shortly.
Still, the Doctor hesitated. "Will you be able to tell me anything about the situation down here? It sounds like a right mess."
Hame nodded eagerly. "Oh, yes. Trust me, I can tell you all about it and I plan on doing that."
"Off we go then," the Doctor announced, waving goodbye to the would-be kidnappers. "Don't try to attack anybody else while we're gone!"
"Where are we?" the Doctor asked curiously.
"High above in the over-city," Hame responded. "The senate of New New York."
"Where is everybody?" Gus asked. "This place feels like a ghost-town."
"I hate to break it to you but I think that might be because everybody's dead, Dave," Shawn said, gesturing behind them.
Hame adjusted the device on her wrist and a light shown down on them, illuminating the room. It appeared that the senate had been in session when everyone had suddenly died.
"No one even moved them," Gus said, appalled. "They must have been there for ages in order for them to just be bones!"
"It's been twenty-four years now," Hame explained. "I suppose that I could have moved them but there didn't seem much point, all things considering."
"Twenty-four years?" Shawn asked, surprised. "How long has it been since the Doctor was last here?"
"Three decades now," Hame answered.
" 'All things considering'," the Doctor repeated. "You mean…how many people are like this? How many died?"
"Everyone," Hame said solemnly. "Everyone not on the motorway."
"How?" the Doctor asked simply.
"There was a new chemical. A new mood. They called it Bliss," Hame explained. "Everyone tried it. They couldn't stop."
"Sounds like a drug to me," Shawn opined. "Can't say I approve of the name, though. Everyone tried it? That's one hell of a drug culture. What happened to 'just say no'?"
"A virus mutated inside the compound and became airborne," Hame continued. "Everything perished — even the virus, in the end."
"But virus' can't be killed," Gus objected.
Hame shrugged. "Became inactive, then. The virus has long-since stopped being a threat, at any rate. But it killed the world in seven minutes flat. There was just enough time to close down the walkways and the flyovers, sealing off the under-city. Those people on the motorway aren't lost, Doctor. They were saved."
"They weren't using Bliss?" the Doctor asked.
"They were," Hame replied, "but we stopped its production and Bliss hadn't mutated down there yet."
"So the whole thing down there is running on automatic," the Doctor realized.
"There's not enough power to get them out. We did all we could to stop the system from choking," Hame said apologetically.
"We. Who is we?" the Doctor inquired. "And how did you survive? Were you immune?"
Hame shook her head. "He protected me but he couldn't save anyone else. And he has waited for you these last thirty years, waited to finish a conversation."
"That's some patience," Gus remarked.
{Doctor.}
The Doctor started and then ran towards the sound. "The Face of Boe!"
Shawn and Gus followed to see a giant head floating in some sort of a tank and Shawn discretely snapped a picture.
{I knew you would come. If nothing else, the TARDIS would take you back here eventually,} the Face of Boe reasoned.
"Back in the old days, I was made his nurse, as penance for my sins," Hame told them.
Gus snorted. "Some penance."
"Old friend, what happened to you?" the Doctor said, looking upset.
"Didn't he say they'd only met once before?" Shawn asked quietly.
{Failing,} Boe said wearily.
Hame elaborated. "He protected me from the virus by shrouding me in his smoke. But with no one to maintain it, the City's power died. The under-city would have fallen into the sea."
"So he saved them," the Doctor realized.
"The Face of Boe wired himself into the mainframe. He's giving his life force just to keep things running," Hame said sadly.
"Why didn't you try to get anyone else to help you? You don't have to do this alone," Gus told her.
"The last act of the Senate was to declare New Earth unsafe. The automatic quarantine lasts for one hundred years," Hame replied.
Shawn groaned. "Politicians. When they're not being useless you wish that they were."
{Save them, Doctor. Save them,} Boe implored.
A few hours later, Shawn and Gus were playing cards – Shawn was cheating – while the Doctor tried to save the people on the motorway.
"Shawn, Gus, it's over," the Doctor called finally. "Come say goodbye to Boe with me."
{I'm dying,} Boe informed them once they got close enough to see him. He was no longer in the tank but lying out in the open. He looked really weak.
"Don't say that!" the Doctor urged him. "You'll be fine. You were last time."
{This is different.}
"But we never did finish that conversation," the Doctor protested.
{We have time now.}
"The legend says that the Face of Boe will speak his final secrets to a traveler," Hame informed Shawn and Gus.
"Does this mean it's our fault that he's dying?" Shawn wondered.
Gus elbowed him. "Of course not!"
{I have seen so much. Perhaps too much. I am the last of my kind — as you are the last of yours. It's enough.}
"No! We have to survive. Both of us," the Doctor said desperately.
{When you're my age, maybe you'll understand,} Boe said indulgently. {I've thought about what I wanted to say to you, you know, after all these years. There is so very much but you won't understand and I was warned about 'spoilers.'}
"What do you want to tell me?" the Doctor practically whispered.
{You are not alone.}
"I'm just saying, that was pretty cryptic," Shawn complained as they made their way back to the target. "I mean 'you are not alone'? What does that even me? It can't just be some inspirational message or else why would he be so desperate to deliver it?"
"Maybe he knows that the Doctor's due for a mental breakdown and needs all the support he can get," Gus suggested.
"Hey!" the Doctor objected.
"I said 'maybe'," Gus pointed out. "Besides, you never know and he would. He might have just been trying to be thoughtful."
" 'You are not alone,'" Shawn repeated. "Maybe there's another Time Lord out there."
The Doctor shook his head. "Can't be. I'd feel it."
"Like…you would know in your heart or there is literally a way for you to tell if there are other members of your species nearby?" Shawn asked.
"The latter," the Doctor replied. "So the only way that there could possibly be another Time Lord alive was if they weren't a Time Lord."
"Come again?" Gus asked.
"There's this technology that allows Time Lords to become humanoid," the Doctor explained. "We went with humanoids since we already look so similar physically so there would be less to do. It physically transforms us so it would allow a Time Lord to survive but they wouldn't be able to retain any of their memories until they triggered their transformation back – which, given the amnesia, would be difficult – so it wouldn't do much good and I couldn't find them anyway. They might even die a human."
Shawn shuddered. "That sounds terrifying."
"I've always thought it might be fun, actually," the Doctor said wistfully. "Never quite got the chance, though. Listen, the Face of Boe is probably wrong. There is nobody else. There can't be."
Shawn rolled his eyes. "He's five billion years old. I'm sure that if he told you there's someone else somewhere during his lifespan then somehow there is someone else. This is far more likely to be a warning than a prophecy."
"Maybe it's an acronym," Gus suggested. "You are not alone. YANA."
"What does YANA mean?" the Doctor wondered. "Well…besides you are not alone."
"I don't know but if I ever meet anyone named Yana I will be on my guard," Shawn declared.
"Sounds good," the Doctor told them. "Now, if that's all-"
"It's not," Gus and Shawn said in unison.
"Doctor, you never actually told us that your entire race was dead," Gus began.
"Even though I totally figured it out," Shawn added.
"You did not, that was just one of your theories," Gus corrected.
"I was mostly positive about it," Shawn insisted. "But enough about that, let's talk about the Doctor practically lying to us."
Gus nodded. "It's really not good to bottle things up like that and you're already not talking about your ex."
"Rose?" the Doctor asked.
Shawn nodded. "Yep. Her. So we figured you should probably talk about at least one of them. Pick."
The Doctor considered this carefully. "There was a war. A Time War. The last Great Time War…"
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