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- Tell me what they are. -It's a four and a nine.
But why couldn't we see them?
Forget about the key! And that's an order!
Oh, I can see it.
Dad, please, come home.
- They're leaving our street alone. -I've got a weapon.
Are they dead?
Harriet, it's me! It's me! She can't hear me.
Not under any circumstances.
We have waited long for this ultimate destiny.
What for? Think, Donna.
Everlasting death
Gwen.
Oh, really? What for?
Fat lot of good that is now. I'm no use to anyone.
1,500 miles, boys. And accelerating. They're almost here.
Miss Foster said that was lost. But that must have been a long time ago.
A good splodge of paint, they'd be blinded.
The Osterhagen Key.
You never give up.
Crucible at 90% efficiency.
Scattered into atoms.
- It's stopped. -What do you mean?
Right, I'm gonna find him.
I flew into the wild and fire.
Your voice is different and yet
Medical Director on Project Indigo.
- Long time no see. - Yeah.
Sarah Jane! Who's that boy?
- And you invented it? -I developed it.
Thank you, Martha Jones.
Some populated, some not. But all unconnected.
Control, I need another shift. Lock me onto the Tardis. Now.