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: K9 is a vicious robot criminal from the fifth galaxy. Aren’t you, K9?

K9: Affirmative!

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.

“Even I am not immune to the occasional weakness. Oh, I can watch an entire city burn to the ground with barely a flicker of concern. But I only have to hear the opening lines of ‘Dido’s Lament’ and… floods of tears. Embarrassing really.”

“My greetings to you, delegates. I regret deeply that already the serious work of this committee is degenerating into petty squabbling, and that Gallifrey should be dragging it deeper into the jingoistic mire. If we can chart the universe from an incandescent atom to a final fiery crunch, it is to be hoped that we can outgrow such childish patriotism. This is an historic moment, delegates. We may have mastery of time, but time will ever judge us.”

“I am Lady Romanadvoratrelundar, President of the Supreme Council of Gallifrey and all her dominions, holder of the wisdom of Rassilon, preserver of the Matrix, guardian of the legacy of Omega. But you can call me Romana, and I have come to present evidence.”

ROMANA: Don’t trust Narvin. Or Torvald.

LEELA: I do not. Both have let me down before.

ROMANA: Remember, we need to know who is behind this. We need someone left alive to interrogate.

LEELA: Try not to kill anyone. That’s what Andred used to tell me. It amused him to say it… My late husband.

BRAXIATEL: Do you think she finally believes that Andred is dead?

ROMANA: I think she’s starting to accept that he may be.

BRAXIATEL: Is he?

ROMANA: I don’t know.

LEELA: How far now, K9?

K9: Query, mistress?

LEELA: How far have we walked, K9, below the Capitol?

K9: Do you require the measurements in inches, feet, metres, spammers, trigons–

LEELA: Enough, K9.

K9: We have come, in your own terms, mistress, a long way down.

LEELA: I wonder how long we’ve been away from them.

K9: If you require the time lapse in your own terms, mistress, we have been walking for quite some time.

BRAXIATEL: I do what I do for the benefit of Gallifrey. You are the best President it has had for… well, for a very, very long time.

ROMANA: I doubt this is over. Narvin will make capital of it, I’m sure.

BRAXIATEL: So will others. We’ll weather the storm.

ROMANA: This is going to be a trying time. For both of us. I’m glad you’re on my side. I feel we might have a chance.

BRAXIATEL: My President flatters me.

K9: Something has happened to Leela. Apparently, she has vanished. Literally.

ROMANA: When you say literally, K9, I assume you’re not talking figuratively. I find people who use the word literally when they don’t mean it literally very annoying.

K9: Leela has literally vanished, mistress.

LEELA: No. The spirit told me you would come.

ROMANA: Oh, come on.

LEELA: Do not mock me, Romana. You should know by now I am rarely wrong about such things.

ROMANA: Granted, you’re rarely wrong with your instincts, but… as for rational explanations of what you feel, well, that’s another story.

LEELA: You do not believe me?

ROMANA: I believe you that something is here alright. Just not that it’s a spirit, evil or otherwise.

LEELA: I never said it was evil.

ROMANA: Oh, well, I just assumed. I mean, they usually are with you.

K9: This unit does not have feelings, mistress.

LEELA: That is untrue, K9. Many times you and the other K9–

K9: Neither K9 unit possesses feelings, mistress.

LEELA: You should not be afraid of your feelings, K9.

ROMANA: Yes, thank you. If we can move on from the emotional support group session?

NARVIN: Braxiatel.

BRAXIATEL: Yes?

NARVIN: Thank you.

BRAXIATEL: Oh, don’t mention it. I mean that. To no one. I couldn’t bear the shame.

NARVIN: Of what?

BRAXIATEL: Saving your neck.

LEELA: Why did you shoot Narvin, K9? Not that I’m complaining.

K9: Pandora was only active by piggy-backing the brainwaves of an exceptionally intelligent Time Lord.

BRAXIATEL: Hence his lack of sleep. If Narvin had slept, Pandora’s power would have closed down. She must have accessed him ages ago.

ROMANA: Or, like me, it might be inherited, waiting for the right moment.

LEELA: I do not know which shocks me most, Romana. That you had a previous life, or that Narvin is considered one of the most intelligent Time Lords.

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.

NARVIN: You're really loving this, aren't you?

LEELA: Bringing fire to these old dead places? Yes. It pleases me.

NARVIN: Didn't think it could be love for Romana that kept you here. After Andred's death...

LEELA: I am a warrior. At last, after so many years, your world offers me something I can understand. Battle, slaughter, the running of blood.

NARVIN: So many dead, and you welcome it.

LEELA: No! But I am ready for it.

TEGAN: I was angry about the suppression coronet, I still am, but I don't know if I was entirely fair.

ADRIC: People aren't always fair to me.

TEGAN: Shut up Adric.