"I'm not sure..." The Doctor spoke whilst scratching his chin as he mulled over the message. "One possibility is that the reason why its following us around is because the Child of Time has something to do with my missing memories and someone is trying to get me to remember why its so important by leaving the message with my friends and the people I encounter."<br/><br/>"So what are you suggesting Doctor?" Madame Vastra asked. "Do you mean to say that you might have known that you were going to loose your memory?"<br/><br/>"Its possible. I've lost it before. Perhaps this time I came up with a way to stop it from happening again by giving you that message to pass on," the Doctor said before shrugging. "Is there anything else you can tell me about what happened when I said that to you."<br/><br/>Jenny and Vastra looked at each other and seemed to have a silent discussion with their eyes. Eventually Vastra seemed to approve of whatever Jenny was asking of her and gestured to the Doctor's clothes as she delivered the final piece of information.<br/><br/>"You were wearing black," She said with a curt nod.<br/><br/>"Black?" The Doctor asked with disbelief. "I was wearing black? That is the<strong>only</strong>bit of information that seems important enough to share besides some weird warning about a Time Toddler?"<br/><br/>"It was a very black outfit. Maybe it means something," Jenny suggested before blushing and looking sheepishly at the ground.<br/><br/>"Thank you Jenny but I very much doubt that there is some secret meaning to my fashion sense. I'm not that vain," the Doctor said before huffing angrily. "Now its clear that you're all in dire need of someone to ask a proper question. So let me ask one."<br/><br/>The Doctor turned to the right of the room and pointed at Strax accusingly before asking, "Why is an armed Sontaran standing as far away from the prison cells on the opposite side of the room?"<br/><br/>The Doctor wait for an answer, instead he marched towards the now bewildered Sontaran and began circling him and poor Harry while he continued his line of questioning. "Strax is a tough nut and the jail cells on the opposite side of the room appear to be all in use. So why isn't Strax being put on guard duty?"<br/><br/>"Well, the answer is simple. You're afraid that in a fit of stupidity, Strax will somehow blow up the people inside the cells, and that's bad, because whoever lurks inside those cells is worth protecting," the Doctor spoke before racing over to cells and before anyone could stop him, unlocked one of the doors with his sonic screwdriver. "How about we have a look behind door number one and find out?"<br/><br/>The door swung open...and the Doctor's face fell.<br/><br/>"Oh...now that's interesting," the Doctor said in a low voice as he looked upon the contents of the wide cell. "I really wish I didn't find that interesting," he breathed before stepping inside to view the horrible scene before him.<br/><br/>Inside the cell, were several beds, each occupied by various humans of different ages and genders. In one bed lay a plump man with light brown hair, in another lay an old man with a bristly white beard, in one lay a pretty young black woman with hair tied back in a bun and in another lay the body of a young boy with dark brown hair.<br/><br/>Each and every one of them was staring at the ceiling with their eyes rolled back in their sockets. Their breathing was quiet and their skin was pasty, as if they hadn't been fed in a while.<br/><br/>"Luke Smith," the Doctor spoke as he looked over the young boy before moving on to another bed. "Wilfred, Martha Jones, Rhys Williams...oh Gwen I'm so sorry..." the Doctor said as he turned back to the room and sought out Gwen. She was stood a metre away from the cell with her arms folded across her chest. "...I'm so sorry Gwen. I promise I'll do anything I can."<br/><br/>"You better do," Gwen spoke before nodding to something that lay by Rhys' side. "Not just for my sake or his, but for hers."<br/><br/>The Doctor turned and his face fell even more. Laying in a cot next to Rhys was a small child, a beautiful baby girl that should have been kicking and screaming instead of gawking at the ceiling with sunken lifeless eyes.