An psycho-empathic field, by the sound of it. Feeling the emotional feedback of others as if it was his own. Let's get him into a comfortable environment. Help me lift.
What if there’s no better word than just not saying anything?The TARDIS has a sitting room. This way.
-Guides him into a hallway-
Three rights, a left, down the ramp and its the second door straight ahead.
What if there’s no better word than just not saying anything?-Gets to the room, pulls up some comfy fancy seats and gestures for Cloud to let him be seated-
I'll make tea. Keep him calm, if he comes to.
What if there’s no better word than just not saying anything?-Returns with tea-
Nothing quite like some tannins to rejuvenate the synapses. This will help him a lot.
What if there’s no better word than just not saying anything?I got some for all of us, for that matter.
-Tea all around-
What if there’s no better word than just not saying anything?-Takes it from his pockets-
Oh, yes. That's brilliant, that is.
What if there’s no better word than just not saying anything?Cloud, you did well. This is going straight on the TARDIS console. Been a while since it got some decorations. Actually, Susan used to find all sorts of knick-knacks to put up onto it before I started made a fuss over the mess.
...
-Looks his tea-
What if there’s no better word than just not saying anything?...
My granddaughter. Susan wasn't her name, but it was what she insisted on being known by once she fell in love with earth. We travelled together, when I first left Gallifrey.
What if there’s no better word than just not saying anything?No, don't be. Never be sorry for asking questions.
...
She was always the one out of all of them that wanted to travel. She couldn't stand staying still. And when... things got bad...
...
I tried to make it seem like a game. Like I was her old grand dad, keeping a promise. Running away with a TARDIS. But after a while, as she grew, she became old enough to understand that going back wasn't an option. That... people she thought would be there waiting wouldn't be.
What if there’s no better word than just not saying anything?So I became the centre of her world. Her lifeline. Her burden. Obsession, even. Me and the TARDIS, that was it for her. And I knew that couldn't continue. When we stumbled on earth, our stay became quite long, and something happened. She reached out. Like she was at home. She was happy, and properly happy, not just what you put on for your grandfather.
At first, being who I was, I didn't take it all that well. These humans, these primitives, taking the last family I'd ever see. But later, as I saw just how they'd affected her, and affected me for that matter, I realised it was what she needed. A place of her own. A life of her own.
She took a shining to an earth boy, during a short-lived Dalek occupation of earth in the 22nd century. And as we were getting ready to leave, I seized my chance. I left her behind. It was what she wanted, even if she didn't want to want it.
What if there’s no better word than just not saying anything?

-he looks like a creepy fuck doc-