After a moment, the Doctor considered this, not quite having the energy to get Atalanta to stop sitting by Jack's feet and looking mournfully up at him. He cleared his throat.

"It wouldn't surprise me if one of them wasn't," he said. "The Earth of the Agency...doesn't quite fit into that, like a round peg into a hole that doesn't quite fit. Every child by then is a wanted child. The other story...well, George Lucas told it better." Pushing back a stray thought about Jay and Padme, he carried on. "But I know this. The future you tells future me, and Martha from a few days after she got here, that you're from some place called the Boeshane Peninsula. That you were the first kid that ever went to the Time Agency from there."

His lips quirked wryly. "Poster boy. They called you the Face of Boe."