"Careful, Jack, you'll make me blush," the Doctor said. "But after leaving that many clockwork robots back in France, I'd really be all right if I never saw another one again, I think. Well, at least for another couple hundred years. You know my memory, I'll forget why they tried to kill me."

Which was nonsense, of course. He'd never forget that night, it was the sort that would stick with him regenerations from now.

"Though, with Dads, isn't that always the way? You think they'll never be wrong." He bit the inside of his cheek. He'd felt the same way about his father, silent and cold as all Time Lords were, up until the day of his mother's death.