"But I don't know you." The words come out a whisper, and she once again looks into his eyes to try and see the familiarity there. It's him, she knows it is, she can see the Doctor in there. But he's not hers, not the one that she's just given up everything to save. At least she's comforted with the fact that her idea works and he keeps going.

But despite how firmly he insists that things are fine, they don't feel that way at all.

"And when you look at me, you either see right through me or look at me like I've just broken your screwdriver."