Do you honestly think I don’t know that I died? Of course I bloody well know. For the last day I’ve had people telling me how they found my body or solved my murder or collected my fucking ashes and put them in jar.

[Now that the shock has worn off a little, Joss is starting to return to his usual, charming self. So much for the Doctor trying to protect the little boy’s delicate ears.]

I’m here to try to figure out why. So if you’re going to stay—fine. Don’t get in the way. Otherwise—

[He breaks off into a harsh cough, feeling dizzy. It seems that coming back from the dead used quite a lot of his strength and some children need their bedtime soon.]