"The Okarella," Martha replied. "I don't know much about it other than it brought us here. And gave us these." She fingered the garas on her chest. He couldn't actually see hers, but she figured he knew what they were.

"When we saved Manhattan from the Daleks. Hm." She smiled at that. "That was one of the good ones. But I shouldn't say anymore. Shouldn't tell you your future."

She sobered again. He hadn't experienced anything useful. In fact, if she's not mistaken, he was likely still hung up on Rose in a very real way. A way that kept him from seeing her completely.

"Has the time sickness passed for you yet?"