LEELA: I was so alone in the world of dreams when you left… The wildlands were dark and so quiet. I… I do not wish to be alone.

ROMANA: There will be a place for you with me. For always. Whatever face I wear.

LEELA: You have heightened olfactory senses?

ROMANA: Yes, I think so. Woah! They’re so strong! Each breath is like a blade in my breast! Clean, and sharp!

LEELA: Do I always speak in such plaintive metaphor?

ROMANA: It has a certain unpolished charm, does it not?

ROMANA: Leela. Are you saying you’re afraid of me?

LEELA: You are also two people. The person I know, and the person you once were. Who

is… so different.

ROMANA: You’ve always known I was a Time Lord. Regeneration is a natural part of the

progression of our lives. Completely without consequence.

LEELA: One person cannot become many without consequence.

LEELA: I do not want him to find me. It is I who must find him. Am I so helpless? Yes. Here, in these stifling, sunless rooms of yours, perhaps I am. I have only one body. This one. I cannot change it. It will not wear your clothes, or walk your stilted pathways. I have only one voice inside me. This one. And my words can never be as clever as yours. I have only one mind, and it is steadfast, but small next to yours. I cannot grasp the games you play with people and their lives, and I do not wish to.

ROMANA: They’re not games I choose to play. I’m trying to defend myself. Trying to protect my world!

LEELA: Yes. It is your world, and not mine. Although I have lived here for many years, it has never been my home, and I am unhappy.

ROMANA: Who was it who said the world is funny to one who thinks, yet tragic to one who feels.

ROMANA: I haven’t been so willfully irresponsible in decades!

LEELA: Oh, thank you for letting in the fresh air!

ROMANA: You’re a breath of it yourself in the Capitol.

LEELA: Oh, Romana, nice words will not make me stay. This breath of air you say I bring blows thick dust up in clouds. It chokes me.

ROMANA: Well, for now, let’s both make the most of being away from it all. Just relax.

LEELA: You find your rest by lying down. I want to run out there, through the wildness! Give myself to it!

LEELA: Talk? You will soon tire of me talking. My words are too small for your big brain.

ROMANA: You’re not stupid, Leela! And you’re not a whining ninny, either… So, I can only conclude from your recent behaviour that you’re experiencing a considerable amount of pain.

LEELA: Do you not have a magic machine that can tell you exactly?

ROMANA: Leela. I thought that coming here would be good for you. I’ve come to accept you as a valuable asset, and I–

LEELA: Asset!? Is that what I am? Your asset!?

ROMANA: Alright then… a friend. Someone I have come to trust.

LEELA: Trust has no meaning on your world.

ROMANA: Leela! So the holiday gets off to a flying start.

ROMANA: Six moons influencing the tides. Two of them orbit in a retrograde motion to the other four.

LEELA: Retrograde...?

ROMANA: Well, they move in the opposite direction.

LEELA: They circle all around, like enemies eyeing each other.

ROMANA: (Chuckles) You could say that.

LEELA: My heart, then, has sympathies with the sea. Roused, and calm, and stirred up by these different bodies whirling around me, distant and removed, locked in wary conflict, but never touching. I can only look on, tugged about by their movements.

ROMANA: You have a poetic wisdom, Leela. (Chuckles) I think I would describe the political machinations of the Capitol in rather coarser language.