I don't know. Maybe nothing. *and part of him is acutely aware of the cliché (hearing things, Doctor?), but he could have sworn he heard—*
*grips the edges of the table tightly as the room sways before his eyes (shakes and falls)* *the words spilling out quietly before he can think about them* Gemma, I think... I think we should...
*and he'd be much more capable of diagnosing his own apparent freak-out, if only the floor wouldn't give a sudden heave in agreement*