A/N- well... I feel loved. Only one review... yeah, I guess I asked for it though. And even though I only got one, I'm going to try to write at least 400 words. Enjoy this, I guess...

"Well, yes. Yes, I suppose I am, Sorry." he looked around the room. "Dull, isn't it?"

"Yeah. White just isn't cool." I agreed.

We sat in a semi-awkward silence after that. "D'you want to know what you were doing on Earth?"

"I heard that I was on there for 27 years by the guy in white. The one in the hospital. They were doing tests on me, apparently, and told me that I had had amnesia before Torchwood got there. I'm assuming they took care of it?" I gave my dad a sideways look, by he still was avoiding my gaze. "Martha said differently, though. She only said I was there for six years. Why don't I remember anything on Earth? Does regeneration affect recent memories?" I asked, getting worried.

"No, it doesn't. Martha was in here a few minutes ago to ask you some questions about that, Jenny. On behalf of me. And yeah, Torchwood is really, really good at getting rid of alien evidence that shouldn't be know to the humans."

"Why do you like Humans, Father? Is it because they look like Gallifreyians?"

He stopped breathing for a few seconds. "Why would you think this is a Gallifreyians natural form?"

"I don't, I know it took many, many years for you guys to change form to look like people. I found out in a library."

His head snapped towards me. "What library?"

"I don't know? A library. Not on Earth. It was a planet on libraries. The biggest one I'd ever seen. But it wouldn't let me see the records until I proved that I had Gallifrey genes in my blood."

"And dare I ask how?"

"Well, first, it scanned me to see if I had to hearts, and when that was confirmed, they had to prick my finger for a blood sample. And now, I got access to pretty much every Gallifreyan document ever written. But it was on special physic paper, so that only Time Lords can read it, if desired."

"Okay, that makes me feel better." he said.

"You're going to go steal them, aren't you?" I inquired suspiciously.

"I've got to! I don't care how safe that library thinks it is- someone, at some point in time, is going to try and steal them! And it's got to be me, because I don't want anyone finding out about the damn Time War!"

"Should I change the subject?" I asked quietly.

"Please."

"Well, when I was... dreaming, you said something about the New York pedestrians being 'damned.' Why?"

"Long story."

"I can wait."

"Afterwards, care for your celebration?"

"It would be my honor."