The idea was disconcerting, to say the least and Samuel sat with his hands in his lap trying to sort it out. He was a clever boy - oh not a genius like your ordinary actual Time Lord - but it was a lot to think about. The Doctor and his father were Time Lords and he wasn't like them at all. Still, this stranger said he was too and Samuel felt at the same time that he was telling the truth. Whoever he was. He'd forgotten food though and at the mention he brightened quite a bit. "I'm starving!" he announced louder than he'd meant. "Excuse me though, mister. Sir. But who are you?" Samuel asked curiously.