This entire situation had been the sort of insanity he had come to expect, after the Doctor had dropped out of the sky in his magic blue box and swept his fiance away for the first time. But really, it was different, in it's own way. It was one thing to meet insane aliens and defy the laws of everything on a daily basis. It was another thing entirely to try to treat them, and to not know how or why they were sick in the first place.

"Mr. Kent?" He crouched down so he wasn't towering over him. "How are you feeling?"

Definitely younger, even since he'd last seen him. Probably in his mid teens. He held back a sigh, trying to figure out what could have caused this sort of thing. Rewinding time, it just didn't make any sense. Not without a TARDIS or something to cause it.