The girl I spoke to talked about planes and things like that. Bit confusing, even for me. Sounded very rigid, for lack of a better term. Not really a word I'd use to describe time in general. You've hit the mark a bit closer to my understanding of it, but still strange. Very strange. Impossibly strange.

Suppose it's not too shocking, no. But two individuals called the Doctor running about with all that knowledge of time? Funny coincidence.

I'm nine hundred and seven. Ish. Maybe. ...Probably older.

[A pause.]

Now you've got me curious. Who and what exactly are you? Not a Time Lord, definitely--so what, then?