Saxon pursed his lips, tapping his fingers against his hip in a quick, four beat pattern. "Gallifrey...." That one word seemed to hold a world of sadness.
"You are far from Gallifrey." Saxon finally answered. "And I think something may have affected one of your regenerations from the sounds of it...Or something more is at work." He frowned. "Looks like we need the Doctor or perhaps Gray. One the two. Or both."