"Last time I was here, I ran into Jack. He didn't actually tell me much, but he looked so like Dirk..." She shook her head. "I wasn't in a good state then. Six months since I buried Dirk, and I'd just been at my father's funeral when I found myself here."
She let her fingers trail down the side of his neck, down his arm to come to rest at his wrist, curling around it. "I don't know all that happened since he left the Acadamy, all full of passion and ready to take on the mission of protecting time, to live up to the legends and myths of the Time Lords, if he could. He was only an agent for eight years before he left, before they said he'd commited treason, was a traitor to the principles of the Agency.
"But he couldn't have been, even then I doubted that he could possibly be what they said of him. Never said, merely hoped he'd find a way to prove them wrong. Only to bury him when his body was sent back from the 2001st century. He died fighting a nightmare, the Daleks. Still black-listed by the Agency, even as he died a hero."