"Eleventh dimension matrix. I see the whole of time and space as one, and it's mad, just... just mad to see in only three dimensions at once. How is it you function?"
The TARDIS nodded, her eyes going out of focus as she watched the tendrils of time. "Absolutely. A possible future. Normally I can see them all, every thread, every shape, every branch of choice as they go farther off into--" She suddenly giggled. "Goodness, I might have looked like that!" Then she looked down at her dress, her hands, and touched the hands to her face, feeling it along the bones eyes and cheeks. "Oh, I suppose I do."
She shifted her head back to Amy. "It's fading. I'm not meant to be in a flesh body. Can't see very far at all."