She smiles. It's almost as if the man looking down at her has just been hit in the head with a sizeable mallet. He looks painfully astonished. Why is that funny? She can't quite get her head in the right order to work it out. She feels… separate. Well, maybe that makes sense considering that all of a sudden someone else has been put in charge of her mouth.
There's some vague fairground-esque noise in the background somewhere, but the park where she's standing, staring straight on at this random man, is quiet. She comes through here a fair bit, it's a good shortcut from the campus to the train station. Is that where she's supposed to be going now? Probably. And she can't say really that she's sure why she isn't moving in that direction any more. Just standing, stock still, staring up at a really tall man.
A very surprised really tall man, actually.
Oh, hang on – yes, she's still speaking. That's probably the primary issue. The gibberish must be getting to him. Though, why he doesn't just walk away is beyond her. If anyone came up to her and started repeating the same few words over and over again, she would be long gone very quickly. But this man seems to be trying to get some sense out of her. He's fighting a losing battle, frankly, but ironically she can't even tell him that. All she can do is keep repeating. It's very frustrating. For the both of them, probably.
"Yes, that's fine, I heard you. Why are you repeating? What's got inside your head? Is it a girl thing? I hope not, I'm not good with girls, I'm not good with girl things. I'm good with space things and maths things, except times tables, obviously. I'm definitely not good with boring things."
That has been his primary response to this situation, so far, to just talk very quickly and semi-nonsensically over her. It's better than calling the police, though, she has to admit. Or whacking her with a stick. There are quite a few worse things that he could be doing. Small comfort, perhaps, but a comfort nonetheless.
She should probably be more worried about this. Why is she so casual? She feels calm as she ever has. It's quite nice. Sort of… floaty. Drifting. Unkerfuffled. She wonders vaguely if that boy from her student halls has slipped her something. But she's not sure this is what tripping is like. Nothing's psychedelic or moving, except things that are supposed to be moving. Like the very surprised man she's staring at.
He's peering into her eyes now, like she's a car that won't start. Still, maybe he knows what's wrong. However calm she's feeling, there must be something wrong for her to just be standing motionless in a park, chanting the same words over and over again, completely unable to stop herself. Finally, she feels a vague twinge of panic in the pit of her stomach. It's not strong, but it's strong enough to remind her that, actually, something scary is happening. She tries her legs again. No, they're not moving anywhere, and the panic grows again ever so slightly.
She's scared now. This isn't floaty and drifting and unkerfuffled, this is real and weird and scary. And there's nothing she can do about it. She tries every limb, every muscle in her body, but nothing will move. And those words just keep spilling out. She doesn't even know what it means. How can she be saying something that she doesn't even know the meaning of? There isn't even a meaning! It's just words!
The pain in her head is mounting. What's she supposed to do? The man is clearly thinking hard but she still can't move, still can't stop speaking. The more she tries to, the more panicked she feels. It's getting overwhelming now, really overwhelming and stifling and scary, and there's nothing she can do. There's nothing that anyone can do, except this weird, tall, surprised man.
He's straightened up now, still watching avidly, waiting for a development. Well, she's about to give him one; her head feels like it's on fire and she's never been more scared. She tries to take deep breaths, but of course even that isn't an option. She continues to stare at the man, and she continues to speak, and she continues to stand straight and motionless… until, suddenly, something snaps.
Unfortunately, it does not snap in a way that allows her to leg it into the distance and never see the man again. Before she can even try and step back towards home, her legs buckle under her, and she collapses, unconscious, into the arms of the Doctor.