The Doctor remained serious as Delilah responded, the grave expression he wore remained ironed into his face. He shifted slightly and stood up straight, clasping his hands behind his back. “Can you please describe this man? What does he look like, what does he wear? Does he say anything to you in these dreams?” The Doctor realized he was prying rather hard, but he had to know. It was imperative that he figured out just what was going on here.

[i]I hope she can give me any kind of detail, any kind of straight answer or clue. This shouldn’t be happening.[/i]