Somehow, Gabriel figured Shanti wasn't including the guy who ran him through with a sword when talking about Time Lords. Whoever this group was, they were very focused. And their language was beautiful.

He picked up the book that Shanti indicated and she reached for the cover, opening it up. "I'm sorry, Shanti," he said, patting the bear on the head. "I can't read Gallifreyan yet. Can you read it to me?"

If there was only one Time Lord left, he wondered if anyone else could read it. Or maybe it ends up being a common language in the future, where more people can time travel. They really knew so little about this, it was making Gabriel more intent than ever on finding out as much as he could.