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But, what is it
you are saving them from?

- The Flux.
- What's the Flux?

This is Serving Commander
Inston-Vee Vinder

- leaving his post.
- AZURE: Five.

So, we still on
for Halloween drinks?

- DAN: Eight o'clock?
- DIANE: Don't keep
me waiting you.

Diane. Come on in.

Four.

Hello again, Doctor.

- Who are you?
- AZURE: Three.

Explain Mouri.

Explain Atropos.

Before Atropos, Time ran wild.

All time passes through
the Mouri.

If the Mouri are broken,

Time shall run unstoppable.

- AZURE: Two.
- SWARM: The Temple
of Atropos is broken.

You know
how to fix this?

So, I made
a short-term repair.

Yaz! Tell me what you want?

- One!
- All in good time.

What I learned,
in the immediate aftermath
of The Flux,

seems obvious now.

But, it's only obvious
once you've lived it.

The biggest changes
to our lives start small.

Catastrophes creeping in
quietly.

And by the time you realise,

the life you once had

is already behind you.

The Dalek Sector is growing.

I thought I made it out.
But, they just keep spreading.

Because, since what
some people keep calling
'the beginning of the end',

who is there left
to stop them?

Of course,
I call it the Dalek Sector.

I don't know for certain.

But, it helps me understand.

Because the maps
definitely don't make
any sense any more.

Or the days.

Everything is disrupted.

But, this isn't about Daleks.

For once,
they're not what worries me.

At least we understand them,

you and me, my love.
We've fought them.

It's the other things.

Whatever they are.

Appearing from nowhere.

Feasting on the wreckage.

Coming for survivors
of The Flux.

I must admit,
some days I feel like

they want to stop me
from getting to you.

But, nothing is going to stop
me from getting to you.

I spend my life
walking into new places

and weighing things up fast.

Who's who? Who has the power?

Who is in danger?
How fast danger is coming?

Also, how likely my friends
are to die?

I've got good at figuring
all of that out at speed.

- Three.
- DOCTOR: Right now,
big danger.

No obvious solutions.

Well, one solution.

One massive risk.

- You don't mess with Time.
- All in good time.

You don't put yourself
and your friends

in the midst of a time storm.

Unless there's no alternative.

John Burroughs once
said to me, "Leap and
the net will appear."

He was talking metaphorically.

Whereas right now...

I'm sorry!

Had to buy us Time, literally.

We're in the heart
of the time storm.

We're sheltering,
in broken time, while I...

No! Yaz...

Dan!

Time is pulling you back.

I'm coming to get you! No!

How did you get in here?

Broken disrupted time.

Everything is corrupted.

Have to rescue them.

No!

Not me as well! I've too much
to do...

What's the update,
boss?

Trubial monument is down.

Only the central Temple left.

Where are the hostages?

We don't know. No traces.

The only information
we have is, five passenger
forms in main Temple.

- Where are we on aerial?
- DAN: Aerial shelling
now complete.

Should've weakened
primary defences

to give us a way in.

Just give the word.

Enough equipment remaining
to breach the entrance?

You said come prepared.

We also have temporal
eraser options.

Should we require them.

Where is this?

Why are you...
What are you wearing?

- Temporal hazing?
- Happens to the best of us.

When is this?

- Ow! What'd you do that for?

She loves doing that.

She so loves doing that.

I do
love doing that.

Should block
the temporal hazing.

You back with us?

We need to get this job done
and end the siege of Atropos.

Atropos.

That's where I found you.

Tell psy-ops to alert
the Mouri skeins,
they should be on standby,

tell the fleet to ramp up
second wave
of aerial shelling.

We all know why we're here.

We rescue those hostages,

end the siege, reset Time,

so the universe
can function again.

The only way in
is through the front...

risking our lives
to save others.

The usual.

On my command.

The universe is relying on us.

What you doing here?

Seem to have two coffees and
one of them is a skinny latte

- with an extra shot.
- Weird.

- That's the way I have it.
- Is it?

That's lucky.

You all right?

Yeah, sorry.

Lost my bearings.

So, how was your date?

It wasn't a date.

All right, how was your thing
that wasn't a date?

I fell asleep in front of him.

I thought you were going
for pizza.

I fell asleep in my pizza
in front of him.

He was so boring.

I woke up with him
picking bits of mozzarella
off my cheek

and asking the waiter
to call an ambulance.

I had to lie and tell him
I was narcoleptic.

I mean, I obviously am,
in reaction to him.

Am I boring you?

No. Just thought I saw...

Doesn't matter.

Why aren't you married?

You're taking
no prisoners tonight, are you?

You're not a kid.

And you're not the ugliest
feller in the city.

So, what's wrong with you?

Why aren't you married
with triplets?

It nearly happened, once.

Fifteen years ago?
Lost count, now.

I was engaged to get married.

Two days before,
she changed her mind.

- Ouch.

Said she'd been thinking
about it properly.

Couldn't bear spending
the rest of her life
with me. So...

- thought she could do better.
- Oh, my God! Brutal.

It's life, innit?

Nobody gets by
without some bruises.

God, I loved her.

When is this?

What?

Did we move? Have we...
Have we done this before?

Why am I here?

I was waiting.

You didn't come.
Where were you, Dan?

Where were you, Dan?

- Found you!
- Doctor, what are you doing?

I can't hold on to everything.

Uh...

But, if you go
three doors down,

they've got them
half the price.

I was like, "You seen
what they're charging there?"

And they were like,
"No, we don't care."

So, I said, "Well, why would I
buy them here for this price

when they're half the price
three doors down."

And she said,
and she was so snotty,

"It's up to you, isn't it?"
I said, "Yes."

And I've never stepped foot
inside that shop since,

Who's the loser now?

It's not even like I'm that
bothered about satsumas.

Doctor?

You all right?

Yeah.

What is that?

Oh, you've got a bit
of salad dressing.

Yaz, trying to break through
into your timestream,

but there is a barrier,
like something's trying
to keep me out.

There we are.
All gone now.

Qualified highest
in all streams.

Exceptional honours award.

And a commendation for saving
the life of three colleagues

on your most recent mission.

Any pilot would have done
the same.

No. Because they didn't.

You were the only one
to fly into the blaze.

Your training craft received
fatal damage.

You were lucky
to escape with your life.

Yes and no.

Yes, the damage
to the craft was bad.

No, I don't believe
I was lucky.

I made a judgement call
and it came off.

That's what we train for.

I remember this.

But, it wasn't you.

You weren't here.

Commander!

Yes. Sorry.

No record of post traumatic
psycho disturbance.

I've taken all offers of
counselling and term-coming.

No problems.

Don't mind me. I'm trying
not to be distracting.

Let me just...

Did you...

Did I...

what?

Nothing.

You do realise
this is a prestigious posting.

With the highest level
of security clearance.

- I understand.
- You'll be permanently
at the side

of the Grand Serpent.

It will be arduous.

The Grand Serpent is...

- demanding.
- Yes.

Absolute discretion
and absolute fidelity

- are the minimum expected.
- I understand.

Don't make me regret this.

Meaning?

The posting is yours.

Thank you, Sir,
it's an honour.

It is. Make sure
you remember that.

Do not let
the Grand Serpent down.

Blow the doors in.

I got about 11 Nitros
of Reducer left.
I'll use it when the doors go.

Keeps us at the normal speed,

but slows down
the rest of the environment.

We've gotta
make the most of it.

Our entire focus is,
locate the Ravagers.

Oh, wow! Supersized Mouri.

Wait, where was I?
That wasn't my timestream.

And why were Dan, Yaz
and that lad there?

You have put yourself
at risk in here, Doctor.

Time is playing games
with you all.

You understand what
I'm trying to do,
by throwing myself in here.

The pressure of the time storm

will be too much even for you.

I will not let them die.

I can do this.

I can absorb it.

Help me with it
and I can help you.

Time resists,
it is pulling you back.

Listen up, Ravagers.

You're intruders in
the Temple of Atropos.

The Temple is surrounded!

There's no way out of here
and no way off this planet.

We've come
to reclaim what you took.

You do not belong here.

So, you might as well
surrender to save matters
getting too unpleasant.

I know you can hear me!

Tell your remaining troops
to surrender now

or they'll have me
to answer to.

Who the hell are you?

And what are you doing
in my reflection?

What are you doing here?

Is this the Atropos
defence systems?

I'm you. Which means...

this is my past.

I'm in a memory.

What do you mean you're me?
Nah, I don't think so.

I'm your future.

I threw myself into a time
storm, here in the future,

to protect myself
and my friends.

But, it threw me down
into my own timestream

in the middle of
a memory I've lost.
I'm losing control of it all!

No time
to admire yourself, boss.

Bit of praise for
the effective Reducer
wouldn't go amiss.

Yeah, you're pretty smart
for a dog.

Oi, language!

What did you call him?

Tell me who you are.
All of you!

If this temporal hazing gets
any worse, we'll have
to relieve her of command.

We can't risk the mission.

We're your team.

My team?

You talk to her. We'll cover.

It's all right, boss.
We understand the pressure.

Final push.

- We do this, you're clear.
- Clear?

They promised
they'll stick to it.

Final attack. Retake the
chamber. Retake the planet.

You'll be free of all this.
That's the point, isn't it?

If you say so.

Why don't I know? Why don't
I remember how this ends?

If you've thrown yourself into
a time storm,

and that storm's thrown you
in here, you might
never get back.

And my friends will die,
submerged in
their own timestream.

Then you've got a lot
to figure out.

- What am I running from?
- WILLIAMSON: The gun!

Don't shoot!

Why are you dallying here?

I'm not dallying.
I'm trying to get out.

Last I knew, I was somewhere
else. Now, I'm not. Again.

Why do you disobey the task?

What task?

Back, vile demons!
I spite you all.

Now, what is this?

Has your mind deserted you?

Are you now a fool?

It really beginning
to feel that way.

So, where've you
just come from?

Well, Mason Street, clearly.

Mason Street, Edge Hill?

Well, of course Edge Hill!
Where else?

That's right by where I live.

Are we there now?

No, sir.

Very far.

Very, very far.

- DAN: Is that what
you were firing at?
- No.

Those mites,
I've seen them remove people

and objects
from this mortal plane.

Wait! Wait! They return...

Right, stay put. Don't move.

I'm coming in.

Quantum disruption,
not exactly helping.

But, you should be safe
from those particles here.

I'm trying to hide you
but you keep fidgeting
out of your timestream!

I'm over here, hang on.

Pushing through, wait.

It's not me!
The world keeps moving.

I'm hiding you here,
in your own timestream,

while I try and get
the Mouri into place.

But, it's hard.
I mean, borderline impossible.

Time is breaking,
hunting down anomalies.

Which means,
there's a problem.

Another problem.
A lot of problems.

Not that I want to worry you,
'cos I don't.

But, I have, so sorry.

I'll fix this,
just don't disappear.

Good news.
I found a ship.

One lone ship.

The last relic of the Lupari,

who seem to have just vanished
from their home galaxy.

Do you think
the Flux got them too?

Anyway, we got out the Space
port before it blew up.

Made it through the outer
barriers of the Dalek sector,

without being exterminated.
Just.

There are bodies
and wreckage everywhere.

It feels like the last days
of the universe.

And here I am
still doing what I do best,

piloting a ship.

Only now,
I'm watching planets crumble,

and Space lanes
fill with debris.

Who'd have thought one thing
could do so much damage?

And anytime I think
we found a brief sanctuary,

life proves me wrong.

Because apparently,
this is the Cyber sector now.

Cyber armies ransacking
what's left, converting
the few who remain.

And in the dark moments,
I think...

the bad guys won.

I know what you'd say.

Challenges are temporary.
Life is constant.

- Don't over think it.

Just move forward.

And I can still hear you
telling me that.

So, I am.

We are, me and Tigmi,

moving forward.

Hoping that you're right.

Hoping we'll see you soon.

And I'm ignoring the creature
in a bar, who told me
Atropos is falling,

the Mouri are compromised,
and Time is beginning
to run wild.

Because if the Flux
is eroding Space,
and Time is breaking down,

then what hope do we ever have
of finding each other again?

Take in that view.

You know who'd
never get in here?

Frey Sampor.

'Cos, they don't
let losers in.

You've two tasks as guardian
of the Grand Serpent.

Protect me and record
the meeting,

so there's no...

misunderstandings later.

Our guests today
come seeking a deal.

The Alforia want an alliance

where we shelter them under
our security protocols.

In return,

they provide our population

with food safety
for generations to come.

Everybody wins.

What did you say?

I mean, I can see that there
are benefits for both sides.

Oh. You can see that?

You understand this?

I... Supremacy,
I didn't mean...

You want my seat?

Do you want to be me?

Hmm?

I was only expressing
solidarity, Supremacy,
my apologies.

I don't need solidarity
from a grunt.

What I need is
for you to be silent

and do as you're ordered.

Understood.

They've docked.

Be ready.

I don't want
to relive this.

I don't want to relive this!

Yaz, again, what are
you doing here?

Come on,
you're so bad at this.

I don't even
like playing video games.

Nobody calls them video games.

Whatever you wanna call them.
I'm not good at them.

You're helping me, 'cos this
lad ain't gonna look at me

if I don't know my way around
a controller.

- I'm gonna learn
to be ace at this.

Next time I'm in
a room with him,

he's gonna look at me
and think,

who's the sexy girl
with the nimble fingers?

No human being
is ever going to look
at you and think those words.

All right,
super freaking out now.

To save you
and that lad on Atropos,
who I've not even met yet,

from being overwhelmed
by Time,

I took it upon myself to jump
into one of the burnt out
Mouri's places.

To divert you from having
to absorb the timeforce.

But, if Time would've
overwhelmed me,
what's it gonna do to you?

Well, I've got
a bit more practice.

Not to mention,
an entirely different biology.

Me and the Mouri
are connected.

We're hiding you, all of you,

in your own timestreams.

In your own memories.
Past, present or even future.

What you looking
at me like that for?

Oh, sorry.

I'm split across multiple
events, multiple timestreams.

I can't be constant,
multiple crisis.

I'm still trying
to work out the plan.

You're camouflaged here.

Because this is
where you belong.

The best place to hide you all
is in your own lives.

Except it's not.

These things haven't happened
to me. This isn't my house.

The details are wrong.

Yes, I think there's something
is wrong with your timestream.

Yaz?

Don't blink!

There are angels disrupting
your timestream.

It's stalking me.

- What is it?
- DOCTOR: Quit the game.

What's that word?

You have to keep
your eyes on it.

If the angel gets to you,

it will propel you
back in time.

I won't know where you are.

You could be lost forever
and I won't able to find you.

Yaz! Yaz, I'm being
pulled away...

Do you want me
to be single forever?

No. Come on, Doctor.

You're in here for a reason.

Fix the future. Fix Atropos.

Protect Yaz and that lad.

Ah, I'm being
pulled away again.

Dragged back to Atropos
in the past.

Of course,
you've made yourself thrones.

You've no shame.

Only pride.
You should know that by now.

Surrender now and your
sentences will be merciful.

Banishment or execution?

Surrender to the four of you?

Don't underestimate me.

It's a difficult moral
high ground you occupy.

If you don't stop killing
things, we'll kill you.

If there's further death
or bloodshed,

your punishments
will be worse.

Erasure of identity.

Isolation prison terms

for the infinite duration
of the universe.

Working for the Division
must be so compromising.

You've already lost. I'm just
trying to reason with you.

How can we have lost
with so many hostages?

You understand
what Passenger is?

The Passenger
is a long, forbidden form.

Barred from this dimension
for good reason.

A thing of beauty,

A holding entity,

able to store
what it has captured within.

A living prison

with endless capacity.

Hundreds of thousands
of life forms

locked away
within each Passenger.

Five Passengers.

Millions of lives.

Kept a list, have you?
Kept the numbers?

- One Passenger destroyed.

- We need the Mouri now.
- I'm trying.

You think we would cower
before the Division

when we have taken control
of its dirty secret?

A planet called Time.

Thinking this could bring
the dark times to an end.

Time is not controllable,
Doctor.

It will not do
as other beings bid.

It will.

It must.

Here we are still engaged
in the founding conflict.

There is no greater battle
than this,

the battle between
Time and Space.

And Time shall not lose.

Time shall never surrender
to Space.

No planetary mass,
however sophisticated,

can imprison
the force of Time.

This planet,
this construction,

is not just a fallacy,

not just futile hubris.

It is heresy.

And see how many lives
it has cost.

- Keep away from it.

- That's a second.

It's a massacre in there.

We can't let her lose anymore.

The Mouri are ready.
The Mouri are connected.

Oh.

Is that Passenger
meant to glow like that?

Mauri.

Tell me you did not
bring them here.

- You were warned.
- They shall not
have this!

You know the thing
about a Passenger form,

you'd better be sure
you know where they've been

or everything
that's held inside them.

Maybe even hidden.

Ready to be summoned.

Because that one's ours.

Infiltrated your Temple.
Substituted for one of yours.

And inside
waiting for my command.

Out you come, Mouri.

- This is your time.
- AZURE: No!

The Mouri must be not allowed
back in. They are banished!

Time is not their prisoner!

Stasis fields now!

We shall not
be contained!

Get them transported
out of here now!

Mission accomplished, boss.

Yes!

Need your help.

You and me together, we save
my friends in the future

by replicating
what happened in the past.

Same problem, same solution.

Embed yourselves in the Temple
as you did before.

The Passenger is there.

We need four of you to replace
the burned out Mouri.

Let four be waiting.

You have to do this
or Time will fracture

across all of Space. Please!

Come on!

Come on, make hyper for me.

Whoa.

I missed that rush.

- Yeah, yeah, yeah.

How are you doing, Tigmi? Huh?

Slightly elevated, but that's
to be expected, right?

Right. I'm hoping
the nav charts up-to-date.

They are,
but they're not good.

Dalek Empire
expanding over here.

Sontaran sector
spread over here.

And us exiting the Cyber Zone
as fast as we can.

- Wait, what's that?

- Did we make it out or--

- Guess not.
- Prepare to convert
organic lifeforms.

Yeah? Convert this.

How many Cybermen
in this part of the galaxy?

Seven billion, three hundred
and thirteen thousand,

four hundred and nine.

I like our odds, Tigmi.

So, what is happening to Time?

I mean, I get what happened
with the Flux,

but something has started
affecting Time.

Correct. Flux event
affected the Planet Time.

Temporal centre cannot hold...

I have no idea what
that means, but it
doesn't sound good.

Okay, so what is
the strategic aim
of the Cyber race post Flux?

Secure territorial advance.

Convert all organic
lifeforms remaining.

- And then what?
- We shall command.
We shall rule.

Over what?

There is barely anything left.
The universe is disappearing.

All that is left
shall be ours.

The Cyber victory
shall be ultimate.

It shall be hollow. Pointless.

So, you guys,
Daleks and Sontarans,

all fighting for the spoils,

as if nothing has changed.

In the end, you'll come down
to fighting each other.

Wiping each other out.

Actually, it's quite
a good thing.

What is your mission?

- What?
- What is your mission?

I'm one person
out here in a broken universe.

My mission doesn't
impinge on you.

I must record.

Fine.

Just put...

love.

Incorrect.

What?

Love is not a
mission. Love is an emotion.

Emotions are not missions.

And that's why you're
dead on the floor,
and I put you there.

Love is the only mission.

Idiot.

Right?

I'm gonna get us to where
we need to be and who
we need to be with.

That's my promise to you.

Thank you,
my valued Alforian friends.

Well, it looks like
we've come to an agreement.

On one condition.

You can stop
the recording now, Vinder.

- Supremacy, I'm duty-bound.
- Shut it off.

Was my order unclear?

Stopping recording, sir.

You're sheltering a number of
dissidents on Alforus Extant.

I'm going to give you
a list of nine people.

Five of them are be returned
to us to face justice.

They must face
the consequences
for their treasonous actions.

The other four...

The other four
are family members

of my dear opponent
and vocal critic, Frey Sampor.

They need to have an accident.

It's important they're
involved in an
unexpected tragedy.

Natural disaster.

Landslide, hunting accident.
You decide.

You don't need to tell me.

But, they have to die.

And those are
my final conditions.

And you want
to make this official?

They're dead.
You saw the reports.

An accident
on the Lunar range.

You want to report that the
Grand Serpent is responsible.

It was his condition
for the alliance.

There's no evidence
on the recording.

No. He asked me
to stop the recording.

What do you want to achieve
here, Commander Vinder?

He needs
to be held to account.

You understand this report
will reach him if filed?

There are processes
though, right?

Other people see it. There
are whistle-blower protocols.

Established by
the Grand Serpent.

Have you spoken to your family
about any of this?

No. You're the first
as my commanding officer.

I took an oath.

I swore my loyalty
to our constitution.

Not to any one person.

Something bigger,
more important.

So... here's a choice.

I can submit this.

Or I cannot submit this.

Don't make me
relive this bit.

People need to know the truth.

Submit it.

Sit down, Commander!

Hi, it's me.

I won't be coming back off
tour when I expected.

It may be a lot longer
before I see you again.

I don't want you to worry,

but there was an incident.

I was immediately reposted.

I can't say any more
because...

I'm sorry.

I was doing the right thing.

I'm permitted one message.

I hope it gets to you.

I love you.

Time's correcting. I'll file
the report for Division.

I've seen that before.

Oi!

You know the rules.

Don't touch
what you can't afford.

We know each other.

Temporal hazing getting to
the boss again.

Time to move.

Bring the Passengers.

We'll extract the hostages
back on-board the ship.

We have done
as you asked, Doctor.

We have returned
four Mouri to your time.

Now, you must return.

You must not linger
in your own timestream.

Not yet.

Not just yet.

The course of Time
will break you.

But, this is my only chance

- to find out more.
- More?

Who I was. Who I am.

It's all in here,
if I can just find it.

Your body
is breaking, Doctor.

We can sense it.
You must leave.

One more memory!

One more piece of my past.

Let me have some...

some explanation.

You will die in here.

Just give me something!

Give me the end, give me
the end of what I was in.

- LEADER: No.
- You can't force me out!

Stop fighting now,
Doctor.

Who are you?

Where am I?

You think you can navigate
all those timestreams

without anyone noticing?

You're fighting a lost cause.

You need to stop.

Lost causes are my specialty.

Not this time.

There'll be no glory
awaiting you on this one.

You seem to think
you're very well-informed.

I'm telling you,

the damage to Time
is already done.

As intended.

- Intended?
- Hm.

The Flux event was spatial,

but it was possible
it wouldn't be enough.

The Ravagers, Swarm and Azure,

are rare and useful creatures.

Now, they have been
reintroduced.

Think of them
as a temporal poison

or contagion.

I'm sorry, I'm normally
very good at keeping up
with things,

but you lost me
quite early on.

Where are we?

And how do you know me
and I don't know you?

Always the wrong questions.

This universe
is over, Doctor. Hm?

And you get to call it,
do you?

Everything has its time.

Nothing is forever.
Nothing is certain.

Not you

and not this universe
you seem to love so much.

This universe is home
to innumerable species
and lifeforms.

Don't lecture me, Doctor.

Not when you should
look to yourself.

The Flux wasn't an accident.

It wasn't a naturally
occurring event.

It was made. It was placed.

- What?
- Because of you.

What are you talking about?

All is ending.

And don't come
looking for this.

You can go.

I will not go!

No, no, no!
Put me back, put me back.

I want to go back in.
I have to get back in.

- Doctor, it's okay--
- It's not okay!

Not for me!

- You don't
understand anything.
- All right.

I had a chance
while it was broken--

Well, it's not now.
The Mouri, they're all back.

You saved our lives.

Well done, Doctor.

Did you have fun in there?

Discovering the past
you've lost?

You may have forgotten,
but we did not.

We brought you here
knowing what you would do.

This is only the beginning.

I've seen this stuff before.

Particles of the Time force.

Tiny fragments
of temporal destruction

which will erode
whatever they touch.

You may have repaired,

but Time is unleashed
for long enough.

The damage is done.

And if the Flux
wrecked Space...

then we have
disrupted the flow of Time.

- However briefly.
- No, you haven't.

And we're going
to stop you, right?

- Right, Doctor?

Dan Lewis.

We have something of yours.

You're not the only one

who can hide things
in Passenger, Doctor.

- Where am I now?
- Di!

Dan! I can't get to you.

What happened to you?
What're you doing here?

- Stay there, Dan.
- I've gotta get her.

You can't, you mustn't.

- Course I can. Get off me!
- Do as you're told.

You have no idea what
you're dealing with, I do.

Stay there!

I'll help you get
her back. Promise.

No, she's our toy now.

What do you want?

To reign in hell.

Sorry. What is this?

Stick your head in.

Go on.

What!

Is this a TARDIS?

It is, isn't it?

I didn't even think
these were real.

Wait.

This can get me home.

After all this time.

Can I pilot it?
Will you show me?

No. Get in.

Doctor, seriously.

We can't leave here
without her.

She's not here, Dan.

We'll get her back. I promise.

We'll get Vinder home,
we'll rescue Diane,

we'll find out
who's behind the Flux,

and what it's got
to do with me.

Why would it have anything
to do with you?

Does everything
have to be a discussion?

Go on.

In.

Did you repair?

Can you repair?

I really hope so.

I'm sorry.

I was doing the right thing.

I'm only permitted
one message.

I hope it gets to you.

I love you.

I love you, too.

Don't we Tigmi?

You know, we'll break it

if we watch it
too many more times.

I wonder
if he looks different.

We're coming, Vinder.

We waited.

And now we're looking
and we're close.

We'll be there soon.

Me and your beautiful
as yet unborn child.

This is your home?

It was.

Looks like the Flux
went through here too.

I can take you anywhere.

No. I have to find someone.

Mate...

it's a lost cause.

No, I know
she would have been here.

I need to find her.

Stay in touch.

Whenever you need us, press
'0', it's a direct line to us.

Be safe.

I'm back home.

I came looking for you.

But, there's no home left.

The Flux took that, too.

But, I'm not giving up.

I'll find you.

Whatever it takes.

Doctor!

Oh, no.

- That you yelling?
- What's the matter?

- What's that?
- A Weeping Angel.

- Don't blink.
- DAN: Why not?

Keep your eyes on the Angel.

Stay behind me.

I think...
I think I just blinked.

It's at the controls,
Doctor. What's it doing?

The Angel
has the TARDIS.

Can you state
your name, please?

Claire Brown.

We're missing a little girl,

- ten years old.
- MAN: Maggie!

Maggie!

It's happening again.

Was that scarecrow there
a minute ago?

Everyone
in the village disappears

on the 28th of November, 1967.

Tonight.

Gerald, what's going on?

Jericho, wait!

I'm not blinking!