[She could feel his eyes practically burning into her as she walked but her steps never faltered, her expression never changed. Crossing her arms behind her back she paced the small area of his TARDIS. They needed to be alone now, uninterrupted.]

Time is like a circle, 'round and 'round it goes, in theory. Always leading toward the next thing but eventually it goes back to the start. [Stopping she turns to fully face him.] Sometimes that circle gets all twisted and distorted.