"You don't understand!"
Crossing his arms Turlough watches the Doctor pace back and forward. "Well, then. If you were to clarify I-"
"No! You-. I- I can't. You can't understand. You would just-" Cutting himself of the Doctor stops his pacing and turns away.
Frowning Turlough looks at the hunched shoulders of the Doctor. "I would what?"
Leaning in Turlough strains to hear the Doctor's forbidding whisper. "Go mad..."
Raising an eyebrow, Turlough looks unimpressed. "Really now, Doctor."
Suddenly twirling around the Doctor holds out a rumpled piece of paper. "Read this first."
Taking the creased piece of paper, Turlough looks at it noting that it seems to be an old ripped out page from a notebook. The handwriting shaky and smudged.
Looking up at the Doctor, Turlough briefly holds meets his anxious eyes before letting out a sigh.
Leaning on the TARDIS' control station, Turlough is just about to start to read when out of the corner of his eye he sees the Doctor move away from him.
Curious he focuses back on the piece of paper. "The deepest of ..."