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You there, boy, what day is this?

Christmas Eve, sir.

What year?

You fickle something.

Oi, just answer the question.

Year of our Lord, 1851, sir. Right.

Nice year.

Bit dull.

What have we got here?

Okay, I've got it. And whatever's behind that door, I think we should get out of

here. Doctor!

I'm standing right here.

Don't be stupid.

Where are you?

I'm the doctor. Doctor who?

Just the doctor. Well, there can't be two of you.

Where do you think you've been?

Don't worry.

Stand back. What have we got here then? Hold on, hold on. Who are you?

I'm the doctor.

Simply the doctor.

The one, the only, and the best.

Rosita, give me the sonic screwdriver.

The what?

Now, quickly, get back to the target. What's the what? If you could stand

sir, this is a job for a time lord.

Job for what, lord?

Oh, that's new.

I'll see you.

I've been hunting this beast for a good fortnight now. Step back, sir.

Some sort of primitive conversion.

Like they took the brain of a cat for a dog. Well, talking's all very well.

Rosita. I'm ready.

Now, watch and learn.

Excellent.

Now then, let Paul this temerous beastly down to earth.

Or not.

I might be in a little bit of trouble.

Nothing changes.

I've got you.

You idiot!

Perhaps if you could pull.

I am pulling.

In this position, I could not pull, could I?

Then I suggest you let go, sir. I'm not letting you out of my sight, Doctor.

Don't you recognise me? Oh, should I?

Have we met?

This is hardly the right time for me to go through my social calendar.

But evidently we did not.

Oh, I should introduce Rosita.

My faithful companion, always telling me off.

What a dude, eh?

Rosita.

Good name.

Hello, Rosita.

Now I'll have to go and dismantle the traps.

All that for nothing.

And we've only got 20 minutes to the funeral, don't forget.

Then back to the targets, right?

Funeral? Oh, long story.

Not my own, not yet.

I'm not as young as I was.

Well, not as young as you were when you were me.

When I was who?

You really don't recognise me?

Not at all.

But you're the Doctor.

The next Doctor.

Or the next, but why, the future Doctor, anyway.

No, no, don't tell me how that happened. Although, I hope I don't just trip over

a brick. That'd be embarrassing.

Then again, painless.

Worst ways to go depends on the brick. You're gaveling, sir.

Might I ask?

Who are you, exactly?

No, I'm, uh, I'm Smith, John Smith.

But I've heard all about you, Doctor.

Bit of a legend, if I say so myself.

Modesty forbids me to agree with you, sir, but yes, yes I am.

A legend with certain memories missing, am I right?

How do you know that?

You've forgotten me.

Great swathes of my life have been stolen away.

When I turn my mind to the past, there's nothing.

Going how far back?

Since the Cybermen.

Masters of the hellish war scuttler and old enemies of mine. Now at work in

London town.

You won't believe this, Mr. Smith.

But they are creatures from another world.

Really?

Wow. It's said they fell onto London.

Out of the sky in a blaze of light.

And they found me.

Something was taken.

And something was lost.

What was I like?

In the past?

Well, yeah, I don't think I should say. Sorry.

Got to be careful with memory loss. One more word.

It's strange, though.

I talk of cybermen.

From the stars.

And you don't blink, Mr. Smith.

Oh, don't blink. Remember that?

Whatever you do, don't blink. The blinking and the statues and Sally and

angels, no?

You're a very odd man.

You must have learned.

Something's wrong here. Oh, the funeral.

The funeral's at two o 'clock.

It's been a pleasure, Mr. Smith.

Don't breathe a word of it. Oh, can't I come with you? It's far too dangerous.

Rest assured, I shall keep this city safe.

Oh, and, uh... Merry Christmas, Mr. Smith. Merry Christmas, Doctor.

Report, Cyber Shade 16 has made contact.

Don't observe the enemy.

This man is dangerous.

This man is our enemy.

This man is the Doctor. I've been hunting this beach for a good fortnight

Step back, sir.

The attack is scheduled for 1 ,400 hours.

Plans for the ascension demand a successful intervention.

Is everything in position?

That's rather dependent on you.

All I can promise is to do my best.

Define the parameters of best.

If you would say, I will operate at maximum efficiency.

And you'll keep your part of the bargain? You will be heralded in the new

the court of the Cyber King.

The Cyber King will rise.

The Cyber King will rise.

Indeed.

How like a man.

Now, if you'll excuse me, I have a funeral to attend.

late Reverend Pritchard leaving his place of residence for the last time.

God rest his soul.

Now, with the house empty, I shall effect an entrance at the rear while you

back to the Tardis.

This is hardly work for a woman.

Oh, don't mind me saving your life. That's work for a woman, isn't it? The

doctor's companion does what the doctor says.

Off you go.

Hello.

How did you get in?

Oh, front door. I'm good at doors.

Um, do you mind my asking?

Is that your sonic screwdriver?

I'd be lost without it.

That's a screwdriver.

How's it sonic?

Well, uh, it makes a noise.

That's sonic, isn't it?

Now, since we're acting like common burglars, I suggest we get out of plain

view.

This investigation of yours, what's it all about?

It started with a murder. Oh, good.

Not bad, but who?

Mr Jackson Lake.

A teacher of mathematics from Celtic. Came to London three weeks ago and died

terrible death.

Cyberman.

It's hard to say.

His body was never found. But then it started.

More secret murders, then abductions.

Children.

stolen away in silence.

So whose house is this?

The latest murder.

The Reverend Aubrey Fairchild, found with burns to his forehead, like some

advanced form of electrocution.

And who was he? Was he important?

You ask a lot of questions.

I'm your companion.

The Reverend was the pillar of the community, a member of many parish

keen advocate of children's charities.

Children again?

But why would the Cybermen want him dead?

And what's his connection to the first death, this Jackson Lake?

It's funny.

I seem to be telling you everything.

As though you engendered some sort of trust.

You seem familiar, Mr. Smith.

I know your face.

I'm noticing you're wearing a fog watch.

Is that important?

Legend has it that the memories of a Time Lord can be contained within a

Do you mind?

It's opened.

Oh, maybe not.

That's more for decoration.

Yeah, anyway.

Alien infiltration? Yes.

Anything different.

Possibly metal. Anything that doesn't seem to belong.

Perhaps a mechanical device that could fit no earthly engine. Could even seem

be organic.

But unlike any organism of the natural world... Shh!

What's that noise?

Oh, it's just... me.

Whistling.

I wonder what's in here, though.

Different and metal, you're right.

They are info stamps.

I mean, at a guess.

If I were you, I'd say they worked something like this.

See? Compressed information.

Tons of it.

That is the history of London, 1066 to the present day.

This is like a disc, cyber disc.

I mean, there's so many. It's only so simple.

They've got to be wireless.

Unless they're in the wrong century. They haven't got much power.

They need plain old basic infrastructure to update themselves.

You're right.

But... No, what is it?

What's wrong?

I've seen one of these before.

I was holding this device the night I lost my mind.

The night I regenerated.

The Cybermen, they made me change.

My mind, my face, my whole self.

And you were there.

Thank you, John.

Help me.

Ah.

Two words I never received.

But it's not a conversation for a dead man's house.

It'll make more sense if we go back to the TARDIS.

Your TARDIS.

Hold on. I just need to do a little final check.

It won't take a tick.

There's one more thing I can't understand.

If this room's got info stamps, then maybe, just maybe, it's got something

needs info stamping.

OK.

I think we should run.

Now,

Doctor! Delete.

The Doctor has been deleted.

You don't want to come near me when I've got one of these.

This is your last warning.

No. Okay, this is really your last warning.

Listen to me, Brooklyn.

Whatever you're doing, stuck in an 1850, I can help.

I mean it. I'm the only person in the world who can help you. Listen to me.

I'm the doctor.

You need me.

Check your memory back. My name's the doctor.

Leave this man alone.

The doctor is...

You ripped open the core and broke the safety. Zap!

Only the doctor would think of that.

I did that.

Last time.

Come here, you'll be okay.

Let me just check.

You told them you were the doctor. Why did you do that?

Oh, just protecting you.

You're trying to take away the only thing I've got.

Like they did.

They stole something.

Something so precious.

I can't remember what happened to me.

What did they do?

We'll find out.

You and me together.

For as much as it has pleased almighty God of his great mercy to take unto

himself the soul of our dear brother here departed, we therefore commit his

to the grass, earth to earth, ashes to ashes, and dust to dust.

Ensure uncertain hope of the resurrection to eternal life through our

Christ, who shall change our vile body that it may be

like unto his glorious body, according to the mighty working.

Do continue.

Madam, I must protect.

Whatever for?

A lady at the graveside is debatable enough, but...

Your apparel. Is it too exciting?

You're disgracing the ceremony.

Just like a harlot.

Oh, and you should know, Mr. Cole.

How do you know my name?

You've walked past me so many times.

All you good men of charity.

Never once asking my name.

It's Miss Hartigan, isn't it?

Oh, you noticed.

I saw you looking. You cheeky boy.

Sorry, but who is she?

Maitre, another St. Joseph's workhouse. You're...

Humble servant.

Oh, I've watched you all.

Visiting, smiling, bestowing your beneficence upon the poor.

Will I scrub down their filthy beds?

I must insist that you depart.

But that's why the late Reverend Fairchild had to die.

To gather you all in one place. Where better than a funeral?

Man that is born a woman hath but a short time to live.

Although... I've got some friends who might disagree with that. Would you like

to meet them?

Fuck! I can hear them now.

Mr. Cole, Mr. Schoon, Mr.

Fetch, Mr. Milligan, stay where you are. You're needed. The rest of you are

disposable.

Sorry. What manner of men are they?

Cybermen. Save yourselves!

Mr. Cole, Mr.

Schoonz, Mr.

Fetch, Mr. Milligan.

Stay!

You monstrous witch.

Merry Christmas to you, too.

But why are we spared?

What do you need us for?

Your children.

It's funny, now I think of it, but in all these years, not one of you has

my first name.

Mercy.

Doctor!

I thought you were dead.

Now then, Rosita, a little decorum.

So long.

He's always doing this.

Leave me behind.

Going frantic.

What about the TARDIS? Oh, she's ready. Come on.

I'm looking forward to this.

You were right, though, Rosita.

The Reverend Furchard's death was the work of the Cybermen.

So you live here? A temporary base until we right the enemy.

The TARDIS is magnificent, but it's hardly a home.

And where's the TARDIS now?

In the yard.

Uh, what's all this luggage?

Evidence. Property of Jackson Lake. The first man to be murdered.

Oh, but my new friend is a fighter, Rosita, much like myself.

He faced the Cybermen with a cutlet.

I'm not ashamed to say he was braver than I.

He was quite brilliant.

Are you whistling again?

Yes. Yes, I am, yeah, yeah.

That's another man's property.

Well, dead man's.

How did you do me, then?

You saved my life.

Late one night, by the Ottoman's wharf.

This creature.

Came out of the shadows.

A man made of metal.

I thought I was going to die.

And then, there he was.

The doctor.

Can you help him, sir?

He has such terrible dreams.

Wakes at night.

In such a state of terror.

Come now, Rosita.

With all the things the Time Lord has seen, everything he's lost,

he must surely have bad dreams.

Yeah.

Oh, now.

Look.

Jack and Ray getting in for a stamp.

But how?

Is that significant?

Doctor, the answer to all this is in your TARDIS.

Can I see it?

Mr. Smith, it would be my honor.

There she is.

By transport through time and space.

The TARDIS.

You've got a blue... TARDIS. T -A -R -D -I -S.

It stands for Tethered Aerial Release Developed in Style.

Do you see?

I do now.

I like it.

Good.

Tardis.

Brilliant. Nice one. Is it inflated by gas, yeah?

We're adjacent to the Mountain Street gasworks. I paid them a modest fee.

Good work, Jed.

Glad to be of service, sir.

We've got quite a bit of money.

Oh, you get nothing for nothing.

How's that rip panel, Jed? All repaired. Should work the tree.

Never know. Maybe tonight's the night, Doctor.

Imagine it.

Seeing Christmas from above.

Not just yet, I think.

One day I will ascend.

One day soon.

You've never actually been up?

He dreams of leaving, but never does.

I can depart in the TARDIS once London is safe.

And finally when I'm up there.

Think of it, John.

I am in the space.

The perfect escape.

Do you ever wonder where you're escaping from?

With every moment.

And do you want me to tell you?

Because I think I've worked it out now.

How you became the Doctor.

What do you think?

Do you want to know?

Mr. Cole, Mr. Schoonz, Mr. Fetch, and Mr. Milligan.

You have your instructions, and the court of the Cyber King is waiting.

First of all, let's just see.

A little test.

Turn right.

Turn left.

And fix me?

Mm -hmm.

Oh, I could do this forever.

But now...

Set about your appointed tasks.

And bring them to me.

The story begins with the Cybermen.

A long time away.

And not so far from here, the Cybermen will ford.

And they will be...

And they were sent into a howling wilderness called the Void.

Locked inside forevermore.

But then a greater battle rose up.

So great that everything inside the Void perished.

But as the walls of the world weakened, the last of the Cybermen must have

fallen through the dimensions, back in time, to land here.

And they found you.

I fought them, I know that.

But what happened?

At the same time, another man came to London.

Mr. Jackson Lake.

Plenty of luggage, money in his pocket. Maybe coming to town for the winter

season or that.

But he found the Cybermen too.

And just like you.

Exactly like you.

He took hold of an info stamp.

But he's dead.

Jackson Lake is dead.

Cybermen murdered him. You said no body was ever found.

And you kept all the suitcases, but you could never bring yourself to open them.

I told you the answer was in the fob watch.

Can I see?

What is Jackson Lake?

Jackson Lake is you, sir.

But I'm the doctor.

You became the doctor because the info stamp you picked up was a book about one

particular man.

The Cybermen's database.

Starting from the Daleks inside the border, I'd say.

But it's everything you could want to know about the Doctor.

Not you.

Time Lord, TARDIS, enemy of the Cybermen?

The one and the only.

You see, the info stamp must have backfired.

Streamed all that information about me.

Right inside your head.

I

am

nothing but a lie.

No, no, no, no, no.

Info stamps are just faxed figures.

All that bravery.

Saving Rosita, defending London town.

The invention, building a TARDIS, that's all you.

And what else?

Tell me what else.

There's still something missing, isn't there?

I don't mind you tell me, sir.

Tell me what they took.

I am so sorry.

But that's an awful lot of luggage for one man.

Because an info stamp is plain technology. It's not enough to make a

his mind.

What you suffered is called a fugue.

A fugue state where the mind just runs away because it can't bear to look back.

You wanted to become someone else.

Because Jackson Lake had lost so much.

Midnight.

Christmas Day.

You found a whole cache of info stamps.

But what is it?

What's that noise?

Activation. Call to arms.

Cybermen are moving!

The doctor needs help.

I learned that much about him.

There should be someone at his side.

Now go.

Go.

What is it?

What's happening?

That's Mr. Cole.

He's master of the Hazel Street Workhouse.

Maybe he's taken him to pray.

Oh, nothing as hurry as that.

Can you hear me?

Hello?

Hello?

Mr. Cole, you seem to have something in your ear.

Now, this might hurt a bit, but if I can just... Oh, damn God.

Can't risk a fight, no other children.

But where are they going?

They all need a good whipping, if you ask me.

There's tons of them. I've just seen another lot coming down from the Ingleby

Workout, down Brokeback Lane. Where's that?

This way.

There's tons of them.

Oh, sure.

continue you will enter the court of the cyber king

March

that is an order March

That's the dot of the sloth.

All the sewage runs through there, straight into the tents.

That's too well guarded.

We'll have to find another way in.

Oh, that's cheating, sneaking out.

Do you have your legs on silent?

So, what do we have here? Listen, just walk towards me, slowly. Don't let them

touch you. No, but they wouldn't hurt me, my fine boys.

They are my knights in shining armour, quite literally.

Even if they've converted you, that's not a cyber speech pattern. You've still

got free will. I'm telling you, step away.

There's been no conversion, sir.

No one's ever been able to change my mind. The Cybermen offered me the one

I wanted.

Liberation. Who are you?

You can be quiet.

I doubt he paid you to talk.

More importantly, who are you, sir, with such intimate knowledge of my

companions? I'm the Doctor.

Incorrect. You do not correspond to our image of the Doctor.

Yeah, but that's because your database got corrupted. Oh, look, look, look.

Check this.

The doctor's info stamp.

Plug it in. Go on, download.

The core has been damaged. This info stamp would damage cyber units.

Oh, well, nice try.

Core repaired.

Download.

You are the Doctor.

Hello. You will be deleted.

Let me die happy. Just tell me one thing. What do you need those children

What are children ever needed for?

They're a workforce.

But for what?

Very soon now, the whole Empire will see, and they will bow down in worship.

And it's all been timed for Christmas Day. Was that your idea, Miss...?

Hartigan. Yes.

The perfect day for a birth.

With a new message for the people.

Only this time it won't be the words of a man.

The birth of what?

A birth and a death, namely yours.

Thank you, Doctor.

Glad to have been part of your very last conversation.

Now, delete them.

Delete.

At your service, Doctor.

Sheet! Sheet!

Come on! Sheet!

One last thing.

Can I say I'm completely disappointed?

Come on! Get off me! I said get off!

Tell your masters we're not waiting till dawn. The Cyber King will rise.

Tonight.

A stronghold down by the river. I need to find a way in. No, I'm ahead of you.

My wife and I were moving to London so I could take up a post at the university.

And while my memory is still not intact, this was in the luggage.

The deeds.

15 Latimer Street.

And if I discover the Cybermen there in the cellar, then... That might be all I

can bring.

But there's still more.

I remember the cellar.

where there was something else in that room.

If we can find that, perhaps that's the key to defeating these invaders.

So, onwards.

Maybe you should go back. I'm not even sure.

You have wisdom. If the Doctor is planning to intervene, then the

commence immediately.

Excellent.

And as for you, Mr. Cole, Mr.

Schoonz, Mr. Fetch, and Mr. Milligan, your work is done.

Children, pay attention.

Now let the new industrial...

revolution begins.

I want to see you work!

Energy level 60 % and rising.

Soon the Cyber King will awake.

Then show me.

What have we got in there?

A dimension board.

Throne of the Dalek again. That's how the Thadmen travel through time.

is this it?

The thing you couldn't remember?

I don't think so.

I just can't see.

It's like it's hidden. Ah, not a power. Come on! I've had it, dear!

Oh, that's amazing.

That is royalty indeed.

And that's quite a throne. Oh, you will look resplendent.

The chair you designate as throne is not intended for me. My function is to

serve the Cyber King, not to become the Cyber King.

Then who sits there?

No, now, Jack!

I think if you remember correctly, you said I was to be heralded. All hail the

Cyber King.

All hail the Cyber King. But you promised me you said I would never be

converted. That was designated a lie.

What do the Cybermen want?

They want us.

That's what Cybermen are.

Human beings with their brains put into metal shells.

They want every living thing to be like them.

You can't do this to me.

Incorrect. It is done.

But I would have served you.

Your mind is riven with anger and abuse and revenge.

These have no place in a cyber mind.

Activate.

Emotions have tormented you all of your life. Now you will be set free.

This is your liberation.

Oh, for the love of God, have you no pity?

Correct.

What is it?

It's an engine.

We can set them free.

No, no, no, no, no, no.

But if we stop the engine, the power dies down. The Cybermen will come

Hold on.

Power fluctuation. That's not my now.

It's going wrong.

No, it's weird.

The software's rewriting itself.

It's changing.

I can see the stars.

The world's beyond.

The vortex of time itself and the whole of infinity.

Oh, but this is glorious.

That is incorrect.

Glorious is an emotional response.

Exactly. There is so much joy in this machine.

Joy is not acceptable.

Don't you see?

My mind is stronger than you ever thought. It dominates, sir.

It dominates you.

Alert. You are operating beyond the standard parameters. I am new. The might

your technology combined with my own imagination.

Yes.

There will be a new race of Cybermen, my Cybermen.

Logic and strength combined with fury and passion.

Diagnosis system failure. You will be removed from the processor.

Whoa! What the hell's happening? He's out of control!

It's accelerating.

96%, 97%. When it reaches 100%, what about the children?

They're disposable.

Come on!

I am Cyber King.

My mind incites Cybermen.

And you will obey me.

I will avail the Cyber King.

Power levels now at 100%. Delete the workforce.

Delete.

Delete.

Delete. Right! Now!

All of you! Out!

That's an order!

Every single one of you, run now!

All of you, come on! As fast as you can, come on!

There's a hot pie for everyone if you like it!

Go!

We need to get him out of this loose gate. Once you're out, keep running! Far

you can!

Come on!

My soldiers, come to me.

Come on!

Keep running! Keep running!

Quick! Quick!

Some sort of starter motor.

They're starting what?

Sons!

They took my son!

No wonder my mind escaped those damned Cybermen! They took my child!

But he's alive, Doctor!

Frederick! Come on!

Oh, he's just gone.

Stay there!

Don't move!

I'm coming!

Cyber King, rising!

I can't get up there!

Threat! They've finished with the motor.

It's gonna go off! What are we gonna do, Doctor? What are we gonna do?

Come on, Jack.

You know me.

Oh, that's it. I know.

Now, hold on tight. Don't let go.

Merry Christmas.

Go to St Stephen's. Ask for the warden. He'll

take care of you.

Come on, Doctor, hurry up.

Gotcha.

Behold, I am written.

Witness me, mankind, a cyber king of all.

It's a cyber king.

A cyber king is what?

It's a ship, dreadnought class, front line of an invasion.

And inside the chest, a cyber factory, ready to convert millions.

And I will walk.

I will stride across this tiny little world.

Why do they not rejoice?

Take himself! Take himself! Go to Portland!

But where are you going? To stop that thing. Well, I should be with you.

Jackson, you've got your son.

You've got a reason to live. Well, you haven't.

God save you, Doctor.

I'm not going out there.

We'll give you five more nights.

All right, what do you want me to do?

The TARDIS is going to fly!

People of the world, now hear me.

Your governments will surrender.

And if not, then behold my power.

You'll find me a bogness, you old sir. Take the phone out, get me.

I'm not enough power, come on. Take that loose.

Never flown one of these before?

No, never.

Can I have my money now?

Oh, get on with it.

My cell phone's not there. My cell phone's here.

This boy has my phone.

She's flying.

Who the hell is that?

His name, sir, is the Doctor.

Attention, proximity alert.

How is that even possible?

Oh, this I would see.

Time!

Let another man come to assert himself against me in the night.

Miss Hartigan!

I'm offering you a choice.

You might have the most remarkable mind this world has ever seen.

Strong enough to control the Cybermen themselves.

I don't need you to sanction me.

No, but such a mind deserves to live.

The Cybermen came to this world using a dimension vault.

I can use that device to find you a home with no people to convert for a new

world. Where you can live out your mechanical life in peace.

I have the world below.

And it is abundant with so many minds ready to become extension to me. Why

I leave this place?

Because if you don't, I'll have to stop you.

What do you make of me, sir?

An idiot?

No.

The question is, what do you make of me?

You make me into this.

Then I have made you a failure.

Your weapons are useless, sir.

I wasn't trying to kill you.

All I did was break the cyber connection, leaving your mind open.

Open, I think, for the first time in far too many years.

So you can see.

Just look at yourself.

Look at what you've done.

I'm sorry, Miss Hartigan, but look at what you've become.

I'm so sorry.

He killed it! For whatever he did, he killed it!

Are you ready?

I'd say he used that dimension vault to transfer the wreckage of the Cyber King

into the time vortex, there to be harmlessly disintegrated.

I've picked up a lot.

Ah, here.

Ladies and gentlemen, I know that man.

That Doctor on high.

And I know that he has done this deed a thousand times.

But not once, no sir, not once, not ever has he ever been thanked.

But no more.

For I say to you on this Christmas morn, bravo, sir!

The city will recover, as London always does.

Though the events of today will be history spoken of for centuries to come.

Hear that?

Hear that?

And a new history begins for me.

I find myself a widower, but with my son.

And we're the good friends.

Now, take care of that one. She's marvellous.

Frederick will need a nursemaid, and I can think of none better.

Well, you're welcome to join us.

We thought we might all dine together at the Traveller's Halt.

A Christmas feast in celebration.

And in memory of those we have lost.

You won't stay.

No, I said, you know me.

No.

I don't think anyone does.

And this is it.

Oh, if I might, Doctor, one last adventure.

Oh, be my guest.

Oh.

Oh, my word.

Oh,

goodness me.

This is... Well, this is nonsense.

Well, that's one word for it.

Complete and utter wonderful nonsense.

Very, very silly.

Oh, no.

I can't bear it.

Oh, it's causing my head to ache. No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no.

Oh, gracious.

That's quite enough.

I take it this is goodbye?

Onwards and outwards.

But tell me one thing.

All those facts and figures I saw of the Doctor's life, you were never alone.

All those bright and shining companions?

But not anymore?

No.

Why do I ask why not?

They leave.

Because they should, or they find someone else.

And some of them, some of them...

How do you get me?

I suppose in the end.

They break my heart.

That offer of Christmas dinner.

It's no longer a request, it's a demand.

In memory of those we've lost.

Just this once. You've actually gone and changed my mind. Not many people can do

that.

Jackson, if anyone had to be the Doctor, I'm glad it was you.

The feast awaits.

Come with me.

Walk this way. I certainly will.

Merry Christmas to you, Jackson.

Merry Christmas indeed, Doctor.