The Doctor pushed his hands into his pockets and rocked on his heels. “What do I call you then? You called yourself Roughs, I was repeating it back to you.” He furrowed his brows then nodded slowly. “I save England all the time, from aliens you know. Not actual humany-wumany threats, but from aliens.” He pointed up at the stars. “Actually I save the Earth quite a bit.” He pursed his lips then got quiet, just smiling as the boy spoke. He glanced back at the TARDIS then forward at the boy. He just chuckled and pulled out his sonic, flipping it aimlessly in his hand.
“Its a space ship. Well, forget I said that, yeah it complicates things, its just a…police box, why not have a police box?” He asked in an innocent manner. ”I’m the Doctor, I just told you that.” he once more began to scan with the sonic screwdriver. “And something is stopping me from… leaving. Which we need to figure out. Did I just say we? I meant me. You’re… well!” He waved his hand absently.
“Peter,” the child said sharply, gnawing on his bottom lip. “Peter Kirkland. Arthur Kirkland is my brother. And I don’t know what aliens are at all, are those something weird from Mister Alfred’s comics?” he paused, glaring up at the police box again, still chewing something fierce at his lip. “…how did you make the police box fly, then?” he insisted, looking back to the Doctor. “And why in the world are you here? What do you mean, it won’t go? It’s busted?”
He paused. “You’re a bad Doctor, aren’t you. Well, I guess it can’t be helped. To get you off my watch, I guess I have to help you, huh,” he puffed out his chest, glaring back at the fort. “I can’t let the Germans anywhere near Essex, and you’re wasting my time, Doctor. But it can’t be helped. I’m small and smart, so I’ll help you.”