Sarah nods, leading Allana out of her room and towards the kitchen. There, she helps her on to one of the chairs and pushes the plate of biscuits towards her. Sarah pours each of them a glass of milk (feeling a little too lazy to make tea at the moment) and begins to write down Allana's list.

"If this is the same Will we're talking about, I believe I know him. Mister Death as well." She pauses, tapping the pen on the table as she thinks it over. "Well, aside from James, I was thinking of a boy I know, Santi. He's a bit older than you, but a very nice child. And then there's the Doctor, Sam, John, and Barbara. All very lovely people. Anyone else, Allana?"