Martha sighs and wipes at her eyes from over his shoulders. Hugging him helps. It always does. But it's dissonant, too. He's not the Doctor and he doesn't even smell like himself.

"The box, she put...part of you, your soul, in the watch for safekeeping. To protect you. She sent me to watch over you, and to tell you to open it again when it was safe. It's safe from that threat now, and I...I'm sorry, but I really need you back."