The Master's chuckle echoes through the space. I'm a visual learner. You know that. He would have thought that was made clear enough through Jack –how do I know I can kill him over and over again unless I see it happen all the time? Watch me, watch me do it again–.

The Doctor's scattered emotional imprinting tackles his brief calm as he watches the scene - almost like the way they showed these things in Earth movies, –not live, like a rerun you can walk through– but with extra colour and light and the all impressions of shared thought. The other hadn't known what to make of it either, had tried to shape the references in a more recognizable pattern, forced to admit that there was no reason in any of it.

It's not possible.