Night in the TARDIS was as impossible to pick out as a specific star when in the center of a galaxy. No one was quite sure when it was, and therefore everyone ended up going to sleep whenever they felt it was the right time for such a thing to occur. Foreman had ended up going to sleep when Susan and the Doctor were still wide awake because of this.

Foreman didn't sleep for very long, though. Worries soon entered his head as he thought about everything that would be occurring when he was asleep. It didn't make sense to him to think about where they were going and what was happening. The Doctor had never explained to the other two about what was going on.

For all Susan and Foreman knew, they could be heading right towards Earth in order to have some sort of celebration over finding the regeneration energy. (Somehow, however, neither of them believed that this was the truth behind it all.) The Doctor had sought out his own path after pushing Susan's out of the way, and now the other two Time Lords were at his mercy to go wherever he chose.

He wasn't quite sure what to do when he woke up, so he did the one thing which everyone within the TARDIS always ended up doing. He ended up walking to the control room just to find out that neither Susan nor the Doctor were there, and he was entirely alone. The TARDIS was still chugging away as it sailed through the time vortex, so they most certainly were somewhere within the time machine.

Foreman then made it his goal to go searching after the other two Time Lords, knowing he wouldn't be geting anywhere unless he managed to converse with the two and figure out what was going on at the moment. No matter what method he used, he fully intended to make it clear. He just needed to make sure he found them quickly, and made sure he could hear what they were saying.

It took a few minutes for him to zigzag throughout the TARDIS hallways, but it wasn't long until Foreman managed to catch a lead. He'd nearly walked past the two several times, partially due with the fact that he'd managed to find the console again and found himself drawn to it. But he reminded himself where he was truly attempting to head off to.

There they were - the grandfather and granddaughter duo stood there, conversing with one another. It became clear that Susan was trying to plead for something, as her hands were clasped and she continued to bounce up and down. Now Foreman knew that he had to find out what the two were speaking about - he couldn't just leave this situation alone.

But he couldn't go forwards and attempt to join the conversation. If he were to do such a thing, the Doctor would likely end up changing the subject entirely so that Foreman wouldn't bear witness to anything of use. For a group of three Time Lords, they managed to share quite a large volume of secrets between the groups of two.

To say that Foreman had never learned anything from his late wife before her demise would be a terrible lie. Of course he had learned from her, and he had learned very much from all the years they'd spent with one another. It was just a matter of when she had been able to bring him knowledge which he actually found a moment to use it.

But now he finally found himself recalling what he had learned from that woman, remembering which words had passed from her lips and letting it guide him forwards. He needed to avoid making a peep, knowing that Susan was speaking with her grandfather just around the corner. It was supposedly a private conversation, but Foreman had his suspicions and therefore needed to make sure he at least heard a portion of it.

Foreman never considered himself to be the type to eavesdrop, but he knew there would likely be no other ay he could glean any of the information from the conversation. Susan would be silenced by her grandfather, and then the Doctor would refuse to ever say a thing to Foreman. One would think it physically pained the oldest Time Lord to speak the truth towards Foreman about anything, let alone Susan.

As long as Foreman could get the information in some way, however, he would be pleased. At the moment he choce to simply make sure to look aut at what was happening between the other two Time Lords and make sure he could comprehend it. This required sneaking around, but that was a simple (and worthy) sacrifice to make.

The Doctor and Susan had been tense around one another ever since the Doctor had made sure to push away all of Susan's work towards tracking down the Time Lord trace for a reason he barely explained. To Foreman, it seemed like there truly was no reason except for the Doctor's grumbling inner thoughts and emotions. There might be little or even no logic involved in he decision that the Doctor made, but it wasn't Foreman's place to bring it up.

Instead of speaking to either the Doctor or Susan, he would just stand to the side and make sure to sneak around. He did it just the way Brook had taught to do all those years ago. If he could put any of her memory to work, he would do it. It bacame even stranger when he considered who he was using the techniques on, but he chose not to dwell on the matter too much.

All he wanted to do was put a select few of his skills to work in order to hear what was going on between Susan and the Doctor. Perhaps it was none of business and he was entirely in the wrrong to attempt to listen in on it - but somehow, it didn't bother him too much. He just wanted to know, no matter what it took.

And despite being right around the corner, it seemed absolutely impossible for Foreman to make out any of the words exchanged between the Doctor and Susan. He was missing everything that was important, and that made him feel as if he might as well stop sneaking about and just walk away from the situation.

Foreman tried to think through the possibilities of what he could do, knowing that there were several different ways he could go about several different things and move about. Perhaps he could manage to simply walk away - but Brook hadn't ever taught him how to escape from a situation quietly. Her only advice would be to run away, of course.

Running away at this point would immediately alert the Doctor and Susan of his presence, and Foreman didn't want to be found out by the other people. Certainly he needed to get away eventually, but first he needed to make sure that he didn't spend too much time dwelling on it just to be found out while he was just standing there.

Foreman could very well just continue standing there and make sure that he could manage to find out some of the information necessary to know what they were talking about as well as find a way to get himself involved. There were only three Time Lords in the TARDIS, and therefore he would likely end up in the situation whether he attempted to weave himself in or not.

Wouldn't it be better for him if only he could just close his eyes and look away from the situation without pangs in both of his hearts? He didn't have the slightest clue what they were speaking about, and somehow that only managed to make pain ripple through him. There were as many topics they could be speaking of as there were galaxies in the universe, and yet Foreman couldn't shake the distress caused by not knowing.

And why couldn't he hear them? The murmur of their voices continually met his ears, but he never seemed capable of forming it into coherent sentences. He couldn't figure out what they were attempting to say, and therefore it didn't seem to make any sense to him. It was if the conversation was not meant to be heard by his ears and he'd made a horrid error in attempting to listen in on it.

But Foreman could not shake the feeling that he needed to know what was going on. Surely he was missing something...

Finally, the answer occurred to him - the Doctor always used the same particular spot when he left to speak with someone privately. He must've rigged the TARDIS to make sure the words wouldn't be heard by any passerby. This was, of course, quite clever, and Foreman felt somewhat sheepish when he realised just how simple of a solution this was. No matter how he strained, he would never be able to hear it properly. It was simply impossible.

Nevertheless, Foreman could still witness the conversation. He watched carefully, knowing that any sign of movement could end up being imperative to him managing to glean some information. Susan might even divulge something unknowingly - she certainly looked rather distressed, and therefore more likely to spill out information.

The two Time Lords ceased their conversation, Susan clenching both her fists as she walked away. She turned as if she hoped never to look at the Doctor again, and he simply moved on and away from her. Foreman, however, ended up walking behind her in the hallways for several steps before trying to get her attention and pretend he'd only been around her for a short while.

"Susan," Foreman said, calling out to her while trying not to see too worried. "Susan, hello."

"Oh, Foreman," Susan said. "I thought you were still asleep. It's impossible to tell when night and day are when you're floating about in the time vortex. Besides, I don't have the faintest clue where we're going...but, sorry. Did you have something to say?"

"I just wished to greet you. But now that the two of us are speaking, I do have something I was wondering about..."

"And what would that be?"

"I thought I saw you and your grandfather speaking while I was moving about the TARDIS hallways. I didn't want to interrupt you, of course, but I can't help but wonder what you were talking about with him."

"Is that all you wish to know about?" asked Susan. "I don't think it'll be anything near as interesting as you'll hope. And though I know you must hope that he and I are planning a surprise and you are doing for me, I must say that is false as well."

"I was just rather curious about the situation," Foreman said. "I suppose anything will be interesting to me, even if it's not quite what I would normally consider it interesting. That is what curiosity will do to you."

"Then I suppose I must tell you," Susan said. "I was attempting to find out something about my family. I know about him, of course, but I don't know anything about anyone else. He must know somethingabout my parents, I'm sure of it. But he just drives me away as if I don't deserve to know."

"You must deserve to know," Foreman said, his brows creasing immediately. This was his gut reaction, even though he should've dwelled over it further. "It's your family, not his business to keep away from you for whatever reason. Something is incorrect here, I'm sure."

"That was precisely what I said to him, but he wouldn't listen to it. It was just like the other day when he dismissed the way my path was heading out. We worked so hard on that, and then he just destroyed it for some reason he won't share."

"He just won't explain his mind - perhaps he believes we don't deserve to know how his mind works and what he's trying to say," Foreman suggested, doing his best to support her. "And he wouldn't tell you anything?"

"Nothing," Susan said, heaving her shoulders up into a shrug. "He almost seemed to be anticipating it, because he always knew the ways to divert everything I tried to say."

"But you're still planning to get the information."

"Do you think I should wait and then try to speak with him again and try to get answers once again?" she asked. "Perhaps he's just in a bad mood. Things might be better if I manage to get him in a better mood, and then I can get some answers."

"Perhaps," Foreman said. "But he seems to be perpetually in a bad mood, it seems."

"Well, that certainly might be the case," Susan said, shaking her head. "Grandfather has always been grumpy whenever I've been traveling with him, but I think it has more to do with his personalities than with my presence. At least, that's what I hope...but I can't be so sure now that he refuses to speak to me about anything."

"Then maybe waiting for a better day won't work out - if he isn't going to speak about anything with you, then perhaps you might be better off not speaking to him at all about these sorts of things. You do deserve to know the information about it all, but he might never tell you..."

"I just wanted to know something about my family...he must think I'm not old enough or mature enough to learn about them, or something. He still sees me as a child, even though I'm centuries old. You'd think he would learn by now...but I doubt I can talk to him about it."

"I can try to talk to him about it," Foreman said. "He certainly won't coddle me and attempt to convince me he's only trying to do what's best for me - I'm not his granddaughter, or anything close to it. He hasn't listened to me all that much before, but it's worth a shot..,"

"You would do something like that for me?" Susan asked, tilting her head. "Even after everything I accused you of just a few days ago?"

"I decided to put it behind me," Foreman said. "And I told you then that I care enough to help - and so, I will help you out now as much as I can."

"If you could do such a thing for me, I would be so pleased...it would be such a help, as I know he can only see me as a foolish child. He might be able to listen to you at this point in time. I know the two of you don't have the greatest relationship, but..."

"I'll do it," Foreman said. "I will certainly help you out in this way. I make no guarantees whether it will turn out well or not, but I will try."