Bill's question remained unanswered while the Doctor carried her to the sick bay, but his expression had a far away look about him, deep in thought. He rested her down upon the bed there and told her, "Lay still", as he began working pressing buttons and flipping switches to activate a ray of dim, blue light, which shone upon Bill's face. "This'll help," he promised. "With the concussion."
He sat down upon a nearby chair and folded his arms across his chest. "I don't know. The time here is not normal, everything's so..." he lifted his hand and shook it erratically, "wibbly wobbliy. Everything is in flux, I can't even predict what might happen next. But if I know my dictators well enough, I imagine the Leaders of Preya won't be happy, and they'll try to crack down on the rebels."