Both Andrews take in a sharp breath and step forward, but both check themselves and halt again in the next moment. "Like an animal," says one, realization finally dawning. They're both thinking the same thing: Daine needs telepathic help, and neither of them can properly get into her mind.

"Go find the TARDIS," the one in front orders. The other gives them both a hesitant look, then turns and hurries away. The remaining Andrew watches Daine, worried she'll try to bolt. "Just me now," he tells her. "Daine, you're alright -- err, no, actually, you're not, but I'm not going to hurt you."