Quantum locked. In theory, Peter understands what that mean, but in practice is another story. He watches the Doctor pace, eyes flicking back and forth. He's got his own energy burn thing going on in a random series of twitches, restless shifting and gestures. He pushes his glasses up on his nose a lot, shifts his weight, scrubs a hand over his hair as he listens. He's never still even though he never moves from that spot.

"They're locked in a particular...time, so they're not usually...which makes--makes sense if they...wow." It's a lot to absorb. His eyebrows go up and he furiously scrubs his hand through his hair a moment as he tries to process.

"Okay, so what were they going to do to us?"