The Doctor pressed his forehead to the edge of the tub, "I read them stories... William the Wise, stories of Rassilon, physics of the Medusa Cascade... I don't know if they listened. Maybe they never listened. Rubbish. I was so very rubbish.... Susan listened; she always listened."

His fingers curled around the edge of the tub, knuckles showing white and he clutched tightly. "Please, just... stop."