Without a word, the Doctor strolled over to the console and set a new batch of coordinates, then threw the switch that would take them away from the Institute. Only when the TARDIS was in flight, did the Doctor first address their questions.
"I was approached by Preya's recruiters just like everybody else, at a time when I was emotionally vulnerable and easily swayed. But I didn't accept their offer. Later, when I thought about it, I wondered what the hell sort of set up was this? Grabbing people from all over the multi-universe and bringing them to one spot? Starting a new life? Unable to ever leave? It sounded suspicious. Almost like a prison. That's when I decided to come here, of my own free will, but with the pure intention to find answers.
"For the past few weeks, I've been blending in with the crowd, getting a feel for what Preya is like and the mood of the people who live here. Yes, there are a lot of people who are satisfied with their new lives, but there are also others," he looked directly at Johnathan. "Who want to return home. If the rulers of Preya have the technology to send people home, but don't, then they no better than cell guards of a sophisticated prison."
The TARDIS's engines stopped, indicating they'd arrived at their location. The Doctor swung the console's monitor for Bill and Johnathan to see. "This is where we'll find the answers."
They were on top of a high building in Ravemoore, looking over, "Centurion Square. The place where the rulers live and govern. Also the most highly secured area in all of Preya."