The Doctor looks around, trying to remember... anything. Nothing however seems familiar. "Really?! Nothing even twinges."

Hands in his pockets, the Doctor turns to give his younger self his full attention. "Nothing, nothing at all? Could it have been after this visit... Well no, I suppose." Looking down he kicks at the grass. "I don't recall anything at all. You being here or myself. Interesting. Interesting that this place, this Castle, can take such specific memories."

His voice is becoming tight as he tries to suppress the anger he can feel starting to bubble the surface. There is little more infuriating than someone or something manipulating and controlling another in his books. The Castle is quickly beyond redemption in his mind. Although he's still holding on to hope that if he could only talk to or reason with who or what ever was in control he could get it to see reason and change it's ways.

At the change of subject there's an instant change in him. A smile brightens his face and he shrugs. "Couldn't have you getting into trouble without me now could I?!"