The ship seems curious about Nardole, almost shy. He drops his purse on a control bank, looking around. Half-expecting to find a hand to shake.
“It’s bigger,” the Doctor is prompting.
The lights on the console shift from blue to pink to gold. An image is presented to Nardole: a man in a suit and a woman in also a suit, but with a skirt instead of trousers; they’re shaking hands. The image shifts: the woman is not a woman but instead an ill-defined peripheral-vision presence, something achingly beautiful about it. The man is now him. They are shaking hands.
“Can you hear the silence? Can you see the dark? Can you fix the broken? Can you feel… can you feel my heart? Can you help the hopeless? Well, I’m begging on my knees, Can you save my bastard soul? Will you wait for me?” Sleepwalkingby Bring Me The Horizon