Harry followed the Doctor's steps, still frowning. His brows furrowed when the man said the date he'd arrived, but his expression fell back into neutrality when he saw the newspaper.
Over a year. A year? How in the hell had that happened?
The Fey could do something like that, easily. But Harry's current placement in York had been at his Queen's command. He'd also told her that if she manipulated him, what his counter would be, and the Queen of Air and Darkness had not been pleased.
He would have to sort that out, and quickly. But Mab would have manipulated him alone. She only had power over him, her Knight. Unless this guy had entered into a deal with faeries, he wouldn't have been effected the same way.
"Any ideas, Doc? How does a Time Lord miss a year?" He also made a mental note to find out what he could about the Doctor Who series. And what the Council knew about Time Lords. This one in particular.