[And now she's even more visibly excited, because there it is, that's the smile she's named Rose for in her mind. It's very nice to see it again.]

He's got your words mixed in with his again, how lovely. [And whether this makes sense or not, at least she seems happy about it.] All the looking, and now seeing.

[It doesn't make any sense at all to Rose but she decides to treat it much the way she would if the TARDIS were the Doctor. The TARDIS appears happy about what she's saying and that's good enough for Rose.]

Got to say I like the seeing. So this place, s'okay?

Oh, it's maddening.

[But she's still smiling, so. Take that how you will.]

[It makes her pause a bit but only a moment before she smiles back a little.]

Long as it's not boring.

It hasn't been yet.

'Least there's that if we can't travel.

Yes. [Something strange comes over her face; this is all still too new for her to be depressed about being unable to go anywhere and any time, but she is at least perplexed by it.] At least.

[She pauses, hesitating because she hadn't thought what it was like for the TARDIS, not being able to travel when it's so much a part of her. She feels a bit guilty bringing it up.]

This is all new to you, yeah? The human body bits, I mean.

Oh, yes. [She holds an arm out in front of her face and sways a bit, shifting her weight to one hip.] All new. Very... soft.

Guess it would be. Do you like it? [She's pretty sure that's a dumb question. She's a box that can travel in time and space, being a human must be so disappointing.]

It's enchanting. [And there is another twirl.]

Only... I wasn't build for it.

So it's tearin' you apart? [She was afraid of this when she found out. She remembers how excruciating it was to have even a part of the TARDIS in her for a moment and now she's all of it.]

Yes. [But when she sees Rose is concerned, she shakes her head.] No. Not now-- was. It-- she-- we're dead now. Not all, the body though. Dead and very resilient now. But with some... limitations.

That's got to be odd. Limitations?

Oh yes. Of course there is the relative immobility. And I can't-- can't think the same. I don't see quite so well. In here. [She places two fingers against each temple, indicating her mind.]

[She furrows her brow a moment, her face going sympathetic. She can't relate, not really but she does remember all the seeing. Only it hurt her. Thankfully TARDIS doesn't seem to have that problem now.]

That's ones got to be as odd as the immobility.

[She nods.]

It's a bit like thinking through a kaleidoscope with a cracked lens. The pieces are split, but what's more, they're irregular so no algorithm can piece them back how they ought to go. Sometimes I know what I'm seeing. But only sometimes. The glass has to be in just the right place.

Oi. Is it because of bein' in a human body or bein' stuck here. The Doctor mentioned it might be severed from all the other time points here.

[This takes a bit of thought.]

The kaleidoscope is from the body. The cracks came when I arrived here.

He's right. From what I can tell. Everywhere else there are countless continuous adjacent sequences, and here nearly all of them are missing-- well, not missing, I suspect, but cut off and walled off. Outside the City, time flows freely all around, and we are barricaded in.

Sealed off, like the dimension I got stuck in, yeah? But if that were the case somebody'd figure the way out. [It's fairly clear by her furrowed brow, she'll think about this later.]

Least there's people we know here. [Clearly what she means is at least the Doctor is here.]

Yes, something like that. Only, overseen. Moderated. [She could tell Rose she's felt in some who live here that they've come and gone, but she doesn't want to get her hopes up too early. She hasn't seen Rose finding a way out just yet, and isn't sure if she will.]

Of course. We are in good company. The best of company, really. Couldn't have done better if I'd chosen myself-- and, well, I did.

Guess I really ought to thank you then. [She grins at the TARDIS.]

You know he tells it, he stole you.

Oh, does he now? [She wrinkles up her nose.] He does tend to embellish in such a way as to make himself seem-- Oh, I'll have a word with him. I'm the one who stole him, I assure you.

[That makes Rose laugh.] M'certainly glad you did.

As am I, to be sure. Similarly so that you've been along for the ride.