Soft melodically beautiful voices, barely above the hum of the TARDIS, they filled his mind, blotting out the sound of young man’s anger.
It wasn’t an accident that, one night he went looking for the voices. His quest located a closed door. He found the two girls, quietly talking, floating naked on rafts in the swimming pool. His searching presented not an end to the taunting voices, but a beginning of the tempting images:
Touching, breathing, flowing water over nubile bodies, laughter between friends, caresses between lovers, kissing and embracing.
Instead of finding the end of his torment, he found yet another reason to feel like an outsider on the TARDIS.