It's later, Amie has told Bina as much as she can remember. Almost. It's weird, talking to this Bina. She's calmer than her Bina. Thirteen always feels like she's vibrating on some higher frequency than everyone around her, even before all this started, her Bina gave off the impression of barely contained movement.

There's none of that here. There's flashes of the Bina she knows, but only flashes, this Bina is a still pool



What a difference extended isolation makes.



Yeah, some of them. From her journals, Amie knows this Bina has been in the Moment for almost a year, longer than any of them other then Three herself. If Amie hadn't had anyone to talk to for almost a year, she's pretty sure she'd be babbling incoherently, but this Bina isn't doing that. She's doing the opposite.

Aside from one or two questions, she'd just let Amie talk. Let her talk for what feels like hours. Amie's throat is scratchy and her voice is a little hoarse.

Bina had suggested they take a break, do the dishes. Make some more tea.



Apparently, even in the TARDIS, there's still dishes to do.

"Why not just get more dishes?" asks Amie. "From the stores. There's gotta be millions of them. You could just throw these ones out."

"Because doing stuff like that makes me feel like a ghost," says Bina.