Reinette had not faced such an onslaught on new information since she first walked into the Doctor's mind. And even then, that was guided by the pace of her own footsteps and the force of her own curiosity. Even London held the familiar.

"Jack --" It was all she managed in reply before thought and sound were swallowed up in mutual distraction.

The air very nearly stung her eyes but she could not bring herself to close them. Every so often another vehicle would press up fast until she was certain they would hit only to pass peacefully by.

And then there was music. Soft, but there. She pulled towards it only to be caught by the belt. But still her fingers moved over the speakers. Reinette could feel the music has it pushed through her skin, coming from a single small point.