The Doctor gets himself a small cup of water while he continues to wait for Rose, as well as one for Novice Hame.
"That's very kind. But there's no need," she tells him. She tells him how she can hear the Face of Boe singing in her head -- ancient songs. The Doctor can imagine them. Songs that were old long before Rassilon and Omega, before the Time Lords were known by that name.
"Am I the only visitor?" he asks.
Novice Hame nods sadly. "The rest of Boe-kind became extinct. Long ago. He's the only one left. Legend says that the Face of Boe has watched the universe grow old. There's all sorts of superstitions around him. One story says that just before his death, the Face of Boe will impart his great secret. That he will speak those words only to one like himself."
"What does that mean?"
The novice ducks her head shyly as she answers, "It's just a story."
"Tell me the rest," he prompts.
After a moment's internal conflict, she relents. "It's said he'll talk to a wanderer. To the man without a home. The lonely God."
To the Doctor, it's like a punch to the chest. The man without a home. The wanderer. And he called me. He called me.
It's too much of a shock. He turns his back on the Face of Boe and Novice Hame and finds a commlink he can contact Rose with.
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Date: 2006-10-09 02:30 am (UTC)"That's very kind. But there's no need," she tells him. She tells him how she can hear the Face of Boe singing in her head -- ancient songs. The Doctor can imagine them. Songs that were old long before Rassilon and Omega, before the Time Lords were known by that name.
"Am I the only visitor?" he asks.
Novice Hame nods sadly. "The rest of Boe-kind became extinct. Long ago. He's the only one left. Legend says that the Face of Boe has watched the universe grow old. There's all sorts of superstitions around him. One story says that just before his death, the Face of Boe will impart his great secret. That he will speak those words only to one like himself."
"What does that mean?"
The novice ducks her head shyly as she answers, "It's just a story."
"Tell me the rest," he prompts.
After a moment's internal conflict, she relents. "It's said he'll talk to a wanderer. To the man without a home. The lonely God."
To the Doctor, it's like a punch to the chest. The man without a home. The wanderer. And he called me. He called me.
It's too much of a shock. He turns his back on the Face of Boe and Novice Hame and finds a commlink he can contact Rose with.