COMPASSION: Maybe you're a Great Old One on your mother's side. Either that or a lucky guess.

DOCTOR: No, I think it's what I was warning you against. The power of the scenario: It's trying to turn me into an expert narrative voice.

COMPASSION: Obviously, Doctor. I was employing irony.

'I suppose that fit communicated itself to his colleague who was, er, working on you. Nigh-identical cortical structures you see - almost bound to cause psychic feedback in a confined space.'

'Obvious really,' Fitz said, ironically.

'Oh, was it? I thought it was rather clever!' The Doctor looked downhearted, and Fitz felt he had kicked a puppy before the Doctor winked at him to show it was all a joke.

'That isn't very inconspicuous. What sort of TARDIS doesn't even have a working chameleon circuit?'

'A crap one,' snapped Fitz.

He let his eyes open, and touched his palm against the TARDIS with relief.

'This, old girl,' he told it, 'has been one hell of a day.'

'I thought you said it wasn't a person?' muttered Holsred petulantly.

'It isn't,' said Fitz firmly. 'But I tend to go all sentimental when I've just spent most of the day being chased and tortured. I'm odd like that.'