Foreman thought of Gallifrey, He recalled the way he felt whenever he breathed in the air. He could taste the orange skies on his tongue, remember the scent of the silver trees rustling in a soft breeze.

And he didn't miss it, not the way he was supposed to. According to the Doctor, he was supposed to be brimming with nostalgia for his past home, for that planet which he hadn't seen for ages. He was supposed to be desperate in order to get back there, to find any trace of the Time Lords and follow it all the way back.

Yes, he could understand why the Doctor cared so much. After everything that the Doctor had been through, it would make sense for someone to be desperate to get back with the planet, with the people who had vanished from the universe for so long. It would only make sense for him to care.

But Foreman hadn't shared much of his life with the Doctor. He hadn't done what the Doctor did, didn't have such an attachment to the planet. Simply put, Gallifrey wasn't a long lost home to Foreman. Really, it wasn't much of a home to him at all. Gallifrey was a memory that he no longer associated himself with.

Yes, he was a Time Lord. Yes, he did care about the people on that planet. But it was a tug which only affected him significantly when he put his mind to think about it. Most of the time, it just ended up being a distraction from the rest of his world. There was so much he had to worry about and Gallifrey simple wasn't one of those things.

However, according to the Doctor, it was supposed to be his main focus. Gallifrey was meant to be the goal. The man stood piloting the TARDIS in the center of the room, close enough that Foreman was afraid to look over and accidentally make eye contact. No, there was too much still floating between them. He didn't dare speak up.

Foreman felt as if he was on the edge of determining something vital, something that he had wished to be on the verge on for so long. He would be able to figure out everything eventually, but he didn't want to wait for such a moment. He wanted to know what he was to do immediately and not have to wait.

What was his home? It wasn't Gallifrey. It certainly wasn't like the TARDIS had provided a true home to him. He considered when he named himself I.M. Foreman and spend ages in front of a scrapyard. He hadn't minded such an existence. He would've been pleased to stay there for longer...but that didn't make it his home.

He'd been alive for quite a while, but few of the places that came to mind atually seemed like a home, a place he had stayed for long enough in order to truly feel it was a safe and kind place. No, he was as much of a wanderer as just about any person who was within the TARDIS.

For a moment, Foreman believed he didn't have a home, as if he'd never had one.

But there had been a place where he'd stayed for days and days on end - and then those days had turned to years. Perhaps it was entirely changed now that he'd been separated from it for so long, but somehow he knew that wasn't true. No, he could return to the only place that even came close to a home for him...the only place he could truly consider home.

"That's it," Foreman murmured to himself. Then he raised his voice up to a cry and said, "That's it!"

"What's it?" Susan asked, her eyebrows creasing. "Foreman - I mean, Father, is something wrong?"

Foreman was so wrapped up into his own ideas that he didn't bother to pay any attention to Susan's little slip up. Instead, his frenzied mind caused him to practically ignore her. If this wasn't a sign that something was serious weith him, then nothing could be.

"Foreman, what are you doing?" the Doctor asked, taking a step towards him. "Foreman, just tell us what you're talking about."

"I-" Foreman began, already realising he was having difficulty finding the correct words.

"You see - we're always talking about returning home to Gallifrey but I've been missing the point. Gallifrey isn't really my home. All I need to do is go home. Back to the place that I actually consider home."

"You don't mean to say you want to go back to her planet, do you?" the Doctor asked, immediately becoming concerned.

"You can say Brook's name, you know," Susan interjected. "Avoiding saying her name isn't going to help anything. Frankly, I already know it, and there's not any sort of curse attached to it. We can keep going without having to call Brook 'her' or 'she.'"

"But you can't even manage to call her Mother?" Foreman asked, his voice cracking slightly. He had been so sure of this idea and to have it be shot down so quickly was very disheartening. "You're telling me of all of this, and you can't even call her mother?"

"Father, that is beside the point right now," Susan said. "I never knew her, and you know that Grandfather is upset over it, same as you are."

"What is the point?" Foreman asked. "I can tell by every word you say. You don't want to come with me to my true home. Brook's planet is my home, and I want you to understand that and and see it with me."

"Foreman, we have a goal," the Doctor said. "And that goal is not to go to Brook's planet."

Foreman closed his mouth, determined not to say another word until he'd figured out precisely how he would explain his side of the argument. He needed to make a way for his words to be heard, not simply deflected as soon as they entered the air.

He needed to get home in the same way that the Doctor needed to Gallifrey. Their homes were different, but that didn't make either one less valid. The Doctor needed to understand that, but even if he didn't Foreman would still end up forging his own path.

"I've decided. I'm going to go home whether or not you are coming with me," Foreman stated.

"Foreman, we've already been through this when you wanted to bring back the Songs," the Doctor said. "I'm afraid that it's just not really possible, not in the way you want it to be."

"I'm not going looking for Brook," Foreman replied. "I just want to go home. I want Susan to see the place where she grew up for her first four years of life. Maybe it'll trigger something in her. Maybe."

"Is that what this is all about?" Susan asked, frowning. "It's all about you trying to get me to remember, for your sake. You want me to know you as my father and Brook as my mother. I'm sorry, but I don't think there are any memories for us to unlock. It's just...buried too deep."

"It's not just about the memories, no," Foreman sighed. "There's more to it than that. Maybe I just want to go home after several centuries, is that too much to ask?"

"I wondered the same thing when Gallifrey was lost," the Doctor said. "Except I had no way to get back. We have to focus on what is truly important right now, and-"

"My home isn't as important as yours, then?" Foreman challenged. "Just because you can't back to Gallifrey and I can get to my home means that I'm not allowed to? Yes, I was born on Gallifrey. But I grew up on that planet."

"You were already hundreds of years old when you met her!"

"I'd also just gone through my first regeneration. That would make a mark on you, wouldn't it? You find someone who is willing to take you in even though you don't even know who you are. You've had enough regenerations to understand what I mean, I'm sure of it."

"Changing through regeneration does sort of make you into a new person. Not exactly. But in a way, it does," Susan sighed, breathing out as she hoped her words wouldn't be misinterpreted entirely by her grandfather. Those sorts of things always seemed to occur, but she would love to avoid such a matter in any way if it was possible.

"I've gone through plenty of regenerations, of course I understand that," the Doctor sighed. "I understand places make an effect on you. But this is not what we have come together to do, and you must understand that, Foreman!"

"I am going back to my home, and I will stay there by myself if I have to," Foreman said. "I refuse to listen to you if you refuse to listen to me. It is as simple as that. I am my own person and I will make my own decisions. I've been trying to do that every moment I've been within the TARDIS."

"You want to be alone, Father?" Susan asked. "Is that really all you want to do?"

"Think about this before you go too far, Foreman," the Doctor said.

The TARDIS became quiet as everyone waited for what Foreman was going to say. No one moved, as hardly anyone could breathe in thoughts that they might end up causing an interruption. The stillness was almost unbearable, and yet no one knew how to break it correctly. It just wouldn't work out the way one had planned.

Foreman took this opportunity to sprint back to the TARDIS console, knowing that he would have free reign over the various levers and switches. Granted, he barely knew how to operate most of them, but he didn't care. The TARDIS was now more or less under his control, and he would be able to get to Brook's planet.

He could do anything. Never before in his life had he felt so entirely engrossed with the power surrounding him. He'd been allowed to various things throughout his life, but nothing was quite as intense as this moment. The TARDIS was his. He could go anywhere in time and space, and he wouldgo anywhere if he could.

And so, he would go to Brook's planet. He hardly knew what he was doing, but he knew precisely where and when he wanted to go. Even if the place was abandoned, at least it would be something more than everything else he'd gone through. What could Gallifrey offer to him? Nothing. Nothing more than memories he would not need.

At this moment, Foreman had convinced himself of precisely what he believed he needed to do. No one's words could end up stopping him, he was certain of that. He would keep going onwards. The rest of the universe no longer mattered to him. He knew what he needed to do and he would do it.

Nothing matered to him as he began yanking every lever he could find, hoping that by some strange luck he might end up finding a proper combination that would end up allowing him to take the TARDIS to Brook's planet. It was all done recklessly, of course - why would he have to be careful?

"Father, no!" Susan called out. She started moving forwards, advancing towards her father in fear. "Please, Father."

Her cries were enough to make Foreman stop, if only for a moment. He wasn't quite sure if he wanted to listen to her and stop, but he couldn't make up his mind quite yet. After all, there was already a solid decision that he'd laid out. He wasn't going to stop what he was doing, not yet...

But he needed to do something. Ignoring Susan would do no good, as she required all too much attention that Foreman didn't want to supply. If he just had to speak, then he would speak.

"I will go back to my home, to Brook's planet. I don't care what either of you think - it's not going to hurt anything! The TARDIS will know what to do."

"The TARDIS has a will of her own and will take us where we need to go, not necessarily where you want us to go!" Susan exclaimed. "I know her. I know her as well as anyone else in this room. And she might not take you to Brook's planet. You might end up hurting her. Please, Father. Please listen to me."

Foreman bit his lip. He wasn't purposefully attempting to drive Susan away, but it was happening regardless. He just wanted to make things right - the only problem was that he didn't know what exactly those things were.

"Why else should I stop?" Foreman asked. "Why do you think I would end up hurting her through all of this?"

"Because I know she's hurting, right now!" Susan exclaimed. "You must understand."

"Foreman, if you will not listen to me about any of this, listen to your daughter," the Doctor said. He knew that it was time for him to intervene in the matters, now that nothing Susan said ended up helping.

"Do you really understand the TARDIS that deeply, Susan?" Foreman asked, his voice soft.

"I do, Father," Susan breathed back.

"I don't want to hurt the TARDIS," Foreman sighed. "I don't want to ruin everyone's plans. I don't want to...I just want to go home. It's the same as you, Doctor. Home. You must understand."

"Perhaps it is not currently time for you to go home," the Doctor replied, doing his best to erase any sign of anger from his voice. He'd determined that such methods wouldn't work. Very little ended up working when it came to Foreman, he noticed.

"Where else am I supposed to go, then?!" Foreman yelled, slamming his hand down on the TARDIS console in a final act of violence. "I don't belong here. Why not go back to the place that I consider my home?"

"Because it won't feel like home when you return, Father," Susan said. "All it will be is a place you used to know, an empty shell. I know that's not what you wish to hear, but it is the truth."

"You just can't go a day without being right," Foreman sighed.

"Foreman, step away from the TARDIS console," the Doctor said. He allowed himself to run his eyes across the damage Foreman had caused in his fit. He made sure not to emote any of his thoughts audibly, knowing that Foreman would loathe such a thing.

Foreman didn't want to know that he'd ended up more or less shattering part of the TARDIS console. Yes, it could be fixed - but that didn't stop the fact that he'd done it to begin with. Foreman did as the Doctor said, doing his best to avoid looking at his damage. Looking at it would cause more damage - looking at it would make him think.