A flood of unknowns cascaded into his mind, a familiar sensation. Months ago, Duster had his lost memories returned to him in mere seconds; flashes of 23 years of his life dumped all at one. Space. Time. Machines. Nature. Truth. If he were the only recipient, he could have collapses from the information overload, but as it was, he relaxed and let everything in.

So focused on his inner thoughts, he didn't hear or notice the other Heroes begin to leave until his hand was no longer being held. Duster opened his eyes and let them adjust to the light once more. Jack had left, but the Doctor was still here.

He remained where he stood, watching Mary and the Doctor and hoping for a spot where he could jump in with his own questions.