Nine had swooped in and grabbed the person from inside of his TARDIS. Definitely a good idea since it was the blitz- 1945. He didn’t want a repeat of the entire 'are you my mummy' situation, that was for sure. It wasn’t weird to think about, that he was basically saved another person. an innocent person, probably, that was… wearing clothes from the... twenty third century? Odd. Nine looked over at the person, who was staring off into space. Slowly, the doctor approached them. “You uh… you okay there mate?”