When the young girl looks to him, he surmises from the expression briefly in her eyes that she's wondering what he can really do, what the extent of his ability is here. He's not entirely sure, but that doesn't stop him from grinning his characteristically bright smile for the briefest of moments, accompanied by a little wink. Cocky, perhaps. Few people would argue otherwise about the Doctor, even his closest friends. But he's very often proven to have good reason for his cockiness.

When her eyes close, the Doctor takes a deep breath and steps a little closer, pressing the thumb of one hand to the man's temple and closing his own eyes. Immediately, he realizes his own powers are muted. He should have been able to see everything play out in perfect view. He should be able to see every single memory with complete clarity. He can't, and he's instantly frustrated, though he doesn't betray any of that outwardly. He just sucks in a breath, steadies himself, and focuses on what he can sense in the other man. He can feel what he feels, the emotions, the wish to be a hero, the way both he and his sister had cared for one another. He can hear the echo of their names, too, and that gives him something else to hold on to.

When he's sure he has enough to go on, he opens his eyes briefly and speaks, "Belle. Your sister. She's with us now, I can feel her." He reaches out then to just very lightly touch his partner's hand, not wanting to startle her, hoping that his voice will have alerted her first.

"Belle and Henry. Just the two of you, eh? Two of you against the world." The moment his young companion accepts the touch to her hand, the Doctor will transfer every thought and emotion and he can feel over to her.

"You're still that boy deep down, aren't you? She knows you are. Your story isn't over yet, Henry, it's just getting started."

The chance to do good, to be better, to make a difference. It's all right there. If they can hone in on that, maybe they can get what they want now.