we're all just ghosts to him

”Eight hundred? Not bad, not bad at all.” he said with a nod, grinning before looking down at himself. ”Ah, really? Thank you. Although this body is getting a bit old. I’ve had it for… what, 300 years? I’m over twelve hundred years old now. My hair is starting to go grey, I’m telling you.”

"Well. It's not showing." Isis grinned for a second, running her fingers gently across his face before twirling his hair around them with a laugh. "You look wonderful. The best I've seen you. The best I've seen.. anyone.." She trailed off, studying his face. "Incredible."

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"...bloody terrorists."

Isis pushed the door open a little, taking a small step forward - not fully into the room, just so she was standing in the doorway from the cold. She gave the man a gentle smile, but upon seeing his unwillingness at being disturbed this soon faded. "Sorry, Sir. I don't mean to interrupt." She spoke quite quietly, her voice almost muffled by her own lips. "I was just a bit... lost. I can go, if you'd prefer?"

"You always did want to see it all, didn't you?" A small smile broke out on Isis's face before she continued.

“Actually, yes. You could tell me where I am, and possibly the date as well.”

"The date.. I'm not too sure on that one. It's a Saturday, I know that much. But.. that's it really. As for where you are... London. Lovely place. Lots of tea. And antique shops, I've noticed."

‘Saturdays are rather boring. Most days are rather boring.’ 

"It appears so. Oh dear..."

“London?” Theta repeated before a grin spread out on his lips. “Really?” He glanced around. So this was London? Theta had always wanted to go, but he didn’t ever have a chance. He blinked and looked at her. “You’re not from around here then?” He paused, nodding. “I’m sure I will.”

"No, I'm almost as much a stranger to this place as you." She said with a chuckle, looking around. So this was it. Was she going to see this city, this planet through his eyes, why he loved it so much? She tried to hide her excitement as she looked around, then back to him again, maintaining the flickering smile which graced her lips. 

This is the best line in almost any TV series ever but you really only understand the enormity and profundity of it if you are familiar with the whole show’s mythology and it’s just so beautiful and I cried and I was in the bath.

“Isis?” The blond echoed as he stood there, watching her for a moment. He offered a half smile, nodding. “Well, it’s nice to meet you, Isis.” A grin appeared on his face a moment later. “Um, question, where are we?”

"London, apparently." She told him, breaking out into a smile. She knew he loved it, or would love it. Had he been there yet? "Lovely place. Makes nice tea. Not that I know what tea is, but it's very nice."

“I do. I left you. I ran away and left you… I’m sorry.”

"No, I... I don't blame you for that. Anyone would have. I drove you away. It should be me apologizing... though it probably is too late, anyway."

Caan grimaced at the mention of a Thal, and he quickly shook his head. “I’m not one of those.” he snapped grimly, crossing his arms.

"A Dalek?" Isis bit down on her tongue, taking a step back at the mention. He couldn't be... he wasn't right; he didn't have the casing, the gun. Nothing at all. He was lying. He must be. But why would he?

Theta blinked once, staring at her. “Um, alright then…..” He said slowly before giving her a half. “‘M Theta Sigma, and you are….ma’am?”

"Theta." Of course. Her fingernails found themselves between her lips as she looked at them, trying not to say anything she shouldn't.