The trio was still cleaning up at times, finding the odd bit of debris or mud on their clothes from the dash back to the TARDIS. A wrong bit of technology seen and they'd almost been burned at the stake.

They had retreated to the library to recover. Tegan snatched up the crumpled and almost hidden piece of paper discarded next to where Turlough was sitting, expecting another bit of trash. This time she saw writing and unfolded it, and realized she was reading a private note in Turlough's English schoolboy handwriting, a note he'd been intending to pass to the Doctor. He was leaning over in the chair writing it again, snickering, unaware the first had fallen.

Eyes narrowed, fist on hip, she huffed and handed the prior note to the seated Time Lord, but her gaze was fixed on the Trion. "You're the genius, Doc'. Tell him he spelled "Witch" wrong."