Ah, 'tis a glorious day, sir.
Mmm, England at its finest.
I think I shall hie me to yonder apple tree,
there to contemplate the mysteries of God's universe.
Well, don't come back until you've had a very good idea, sir.
[chuckles] I shan't.
Good day, Mrs Merridew.
Ow.
Of course.
[TARDIS crashes]
[screaming]
[groans]
Odds bodkins. What the devil?
Oh! Sorry, we're just slightly out of control.
My friend, Donna...
- This is Donna. Donna Noble. - Hi! [laughs]
...just dropped some coffee into the console.
But don't worry. He's got a time machine,
which means he can blame me for all eternity.
I just need to triangulate. Could you tell me what year this is?
It's 1666.
Oh! Mmm, stay away from London.
Wait a minute.
Apple tree. Apple. Man holding an apple in 1666.
Are you Sir Isaac Newton?
Sir Isaac?
Oh. Not yet. Spoilers.
[laughs] Have you got the controls set to famous or what?
If I had controls. Thank you.
Hmm. But it's got to be said, Mr Isaac Newton,
that you, above all others, can appreciate...
Oh, no, don't.
- You can appreciate... - Really, really don't.
Oh, come on!
You can appreciate
- the gravity of the situation. - The gravity of the situation.
- [fire erupts] - Oh! Sorry, gotta go.
- Bye! - [Donna] Bye!
What was that delightful word?
Shavity. Havity.
[gasps]
Mavity.
[theme song playing]
[bulb clinking]
["The U.S. Air Force" playing]
[gasps] I am never ever...
Out of the way!
[Donna screams]
♪ Here they come Zooming to meet our thunder ♪
♪ At 'em, boys, give 'em the gun ♪
[music stops]
[both panting]
Is it...
Is it all right? Is it broken? Is it knackered?
Uh...
[cloister bell rings]
- [fire hissing] - [object creaks]
Ooh.
[object crashes]
Is it bad?
[groans]
It was brand-new.
Sorry.
- [inhales] Not your fault. - Yes, it was.
But can we fly?
Can you fix it? Can we get back home?
- We can do anything. - [laughs]
Sonic screwdriver and a non-sonic screwdriver.
[chuckles] I think a non-sonic screwdriver is called a screwdriver.
Thank you.
But if I can just reconfigure...
'Cause this old box can regenerate itself if I can just click it into gear.
Am I going mad, or did the TARDIS play "Wide Blue Yonder"?
Yeah, it did, didn't it?
- What for? - I wonder.
We sang that in the choir in primary school.
We'd have a little concert every Christmas,
but Gramps complained.
He said, "You shouldn't be teaching children that."
It sounds all jaunty and fun, but it's not.
It's the military going to war.
Yeah. It's the Air Force.
The words are "wild blue yonder",
which means the TARDIS played us a war song.
There. Now...
- [sonic screwdriver clicks, beeps] - ...it can rebuild.
[sonic screwdriver humming]
[clattering]
Ooh. Okay? Yes?
[TARDIS groaning]
Is it working?
[Doctor] Think so.
Strange.
- [dings] - There you go!
Mending, mending, mending. Give it a bit of time.
So, now. I wonder where we are.
Feels like a spaceship?
- Yeah? - Yeah.
- Flight. - Spaceship.
Let's just see.
Wow! Nice!
[Donna] Big!
[Doctor] Very big!
I'd hate to be the cleaner.
Is that...
Hello!
We just landed. By accident. I hope that's okay.
Is it a person or a thing?
We could take a look.
[scoffs] Or we could stay here,
wait for the TARDIS to mend itself so I can get back home.
My family is waiting for me.
Mmm?
- Yeah, all right. - Yeah.
Still, wherever we are, could be worse.
We've got air. We've got lights. We've got mavity.
Yeah.
Was it me, or was Isaac Newton hot?
He was, wasn't he? He was so hot.
Oh, is that who I am now?
Well, it was never that far from the surface, mate.
- [TARDIS whirring] - I always thought...
No. No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no!
But... What?
No.
You'll get it back though?
Doctor, you can get it back.
Doctor, you can get the TARDIS back, can't you? Use the sonic.
It was in the keyhole.
But you can whistle. You could snap your fingers.
You could summon it. Just use that stupid head of yours and get it back.
Oh, don't you look at me like that.
It's your fault.
I said, "Let's stay here". But you had to wander off.
You wandered with me.
Oh, like I could stop you!
You spilled the coff... No.
- No. - Sorry.
No.
Okay.
Fine.
[panting]
Oh... Oh, my God. Where are we?
[whimpers]
[sniffles]
Rose is waiting.
I will get you home.
How?
There is one hope.
A mechanism on board the TARDIS called the HADS.
Hostile Action Displacement System.
If the TARDIS is in danger, it goes away.
[Donna] Goes where?
Anywhere. And it only comes back once the danger is gone.
I turned it off years ago. I mean, I'd never land anywhere.
Once spent three years in orbit. I thought, "Oh, mmm, turn off the HADS",
but if the TARDIS is rebuilding itself, maybe it clicked back on.
But that means we've landed in the middle of hostile action.
Yeah.
There's something on this ship that's so bad the TARDIS ran away?
Y-Yes.
Then...
we go and kick its arse!
She was very put out. Mrs Bean.
Mrs Bean?
Head of the choir.
She said, "It's not a war song. It's jolly."
That's what she said. "It is jolly."
Mrs Bean?
[both laugh]
[voice] Fenslaw.
[clicking, clattering]
What was that?
Like circuits moving.
Or it's reconfiguring to become...
But what was the word?
Fenslaw. What's that mean?
I don't know.
The TARDIS translates, but now it's gone.
No, the TARDIS translates for me. I thought you knew 27 million languages.
I know 57 billion 205, but not this one.
Unless that was Mr Fenslaw saying his name?
- It wasn't that. - It wasn't that.
Jimbo didn't move.
- What is that? - Oh, wait a minute.
If I'm right...
[hisses]
[Donna chuckles]
Your car, milady?
Thank you, Parker.
[Doctor] Oh, it's a robot.
Hello, Jimbo.
Can you talk?
You got basic communications, Fenslaw?
Fenslaw. No?
[slowly] Fenslaw.
Can you hear me?
Have you got controllers listening? Hello?
I'm the Doctor. This is Donna. We need help. We need to... [gasps]
Is that it?
One step at a time.
[Donna] But what is it?
Maybe it's an invader. Maybe that's the hostile action.
I think it's just old.
It's primitive,
if you don't mind me saying so, Jimbo.
Someone got a very old robot out of storage
to walk very slowly down a very long corridor.
[inhales] Why?
Maybe...
time slowed down?
No. I'd feel it in me bones.
Stay there, Jimbo. No sudden moves.
- Onwards? - Mm-hmm.
Uh, I've got it.
Allons... As idiots say... -y!
Hello?
Is anyone home?
Well, definitely a spaceship.
If that's space.
We've got a chair. That's a good sign. It's a life form with a bum.
If I can translate their basic one to ten, I can find out where we are.
And when. And why.
One, two, three, four, five,
uh, six, seven, eight, nine, ten.
Now I can read the base codes.
So, life signs?
[computer whirrs]
[chirps]
None.
Just an empty chair.
Where have they all gone?
[Doctor] The spaceship seems to have powered down.
Basic functions ticking over.
Oh. Someone opened an airlock door three years ago.
And then it closed.
What for?
This whole ship been empty for three years?
Don't know.
[whirring]
Those numbers are lenses. There's a camera.
- [flipping switches] - Like a drone. We can see where we are.
[chuckles]
Well, it's definitely a spaceship.
What kind of spaceship?
[Doctor] Don't know.
[gasps]
Ah!
Hello!
But, if we're in space, there's no stars.
Where are the stars?
We could be inside a dust cloud or a mavity well, or...
Oh.
What?
No, it's fine. The ship is lost.
It fell through a wormhole.
Ending up where?
[sighs] I'm sorry, Donna.
The TARDIS was out of control. It's taken us...
to the edge of the universe.
[Donna] So, what's out there?
Well, that's difficult... for you
because if the universe is everything,
then the concept of an everything having an edge is, mmm, kind of impossible.
But that's the language of 21st-century Earth,
and you don't know anything yet.
Not being rude. You just don't.
When you discover Camboolian Flat Mathematics,
you'll discover it's possible.
What?
That. The nothing.
At the edge of creation.
Absolute nothingness.
[Donna] But starlight travels.
You can stand in my garden and look at the light
from stars a billion miles away.
So, where's the light?
Over there. It just hasn't reached us yet.
If we flew in that direction,
it would take a hundred trillion years to reach your house.
That's my family. Over there.
[Doctor] I've never been this far out.
To stand here like this.
Physically. Unprotected. Right on the edge.
No one ever has. Not ever.
Till us.
And this ship.
And an airlock door that opened three years ago. And closed.
[inhales]
Yeah.
[metal clangs]
Must've been just settling.
You said no signs of life. Are you absolutely certain?
[voice] Coliss.
[clicking, clattering]
It said fenslaw and coliss.
Like a list. Or a solicitors. Or a countdown. Or instructions.
Or a warning.
Slow warning.
I think this way.
Yes! Base plate repetition filaments.
Huh.
- If we move one up... - [filament squelches]
[groans] Is that stuff dangerous?
No. I don't think so.
[sniffs]
No.
[gags, groans]
Oh! Oh!
No!
Clip it into the fold back.
Can you do that? Take all the rectangles, move them up there.
What does that do?
The ship's on neutral for some reason. It's just idling.
We need to get it back on full power.
Well, don't leave me on my own.
Donna, there is no one else on board this ship.
Hostile action, remember?
- [metal clangs] - And what's that?
A noise.
Oh, well, you're very helpful.
Go on then. And hurry back.
You little streak!
I need to find the spindle.
That's not like wool. It's a water pivot.
That's it!
Can you still hear me?
No.
[Doctor] Good. Good. Won't be long.
[air hisses]
- [bubbling] - [bulbs clinking]
[filament squelches]
[sighs]
[exhales]
Did it just get cold?
I think so.
I was thinking.
And let me finish, okay? I know I sound daft...
but I wonder how long they'll wait.
Rose and Shaun and my mother. [chuckles]
Standing there in that alley.
Waiting for the TARDIS to come back.
What if we never do?
[computer hums]
And then time will pass.
Rose will grow up. She'll have a life.
She might go back to that alley once a year for old times' sake,
but she'll move on.
Not Shaun, though. [chuckles]
- He'll keep going back every single day. - [computer hums]
He's nice. You know, he's lovely.
- I hope you get to know him. - I hope so too.
[exhales]
It's getting cold.
I hope I haven't turned the heating off by mistake.
You were fast.
I did what you said.
Give me a minute. I've gotta get exactly the right millilitre.
And Wilf, your grandfather? What would he do?
Oh, him? [chuckles]
He would install himself with a sleeping bag and a thermos,
and he would sit there forever.
Calling you everything, wouldn't he?
He's lovely, Wilf.
Such a nice man.
I'd love to see him again.
It's funny, 'cause I wonder where the TARDIS goes at random.
Maybe it lands on some outcrop by the sea.
And there's a tribe, and they worship it for a hundred years.
Then they grow up. They try to burn it.
Then they get wise, and they preserve it.
Then they build a city all around it.
Till the TARDIS is just a tiny little dot surrounded by skyscrapers and monorails.
Time passes, and the city falls.
It all gets swept away.
And there's the TARDIS.
Still on its outcrop... by the sea.
She's the only thing I've got left.
Do you miss home? Gallifrey.
I suppose.
I mean, yes, but...
That got complicated.
It's the least of our problems right now.
Do you think they have a kitchen in this place?
Do they have food?
My arms are too long.
Yeah. Well...
I skipped dinner last night 'cause of you and the Meep.
Oh, we get hungry, don't we?
[glass dings]
Strange. This system should be swimming by now.
Those rectangles, did you move all of them up?
My arms are too long.
Yeah, I suppose it is a bit fiddly. Could you pop back and finish it?
My arms are too long.
Okay.
You all right?
My arm's too long. Look.
It's okay. I'm here. I've got you. Whatever this is, we can...
Are you Donna?
Donna! Donna? Are you there?
How are you...
I don't know why, but the arms are so very difficult.
- [Doctor] Donna! Are you there? - [gasps]
- [Donna] What are they? - They're us.
[Donna] They're not us.
The notion of shape is strange.
It limits. It is limiting.
Whatever shape you wanna take, that's fine. Do whatever you want.
I just wanna say it's very nice to meet you.
- I'm the Doctor. This is Donna. - So are they.
If you can just get those bodies to calm down, we can talk.
- That'll be nice, don't you think? - They're looking at us like food.
Food is interesting.
Because once I sort out the arms...
then I have a problem with the jaw.
[gasps]
It's the knees. How many knees?
Two.
- Two in total, or two on each leg? - [cracking]
Where did you come from? You're not part of the ship, are you?
Did you come from outside?
We came from the nothing.
We are not-things.
But you.
You are not nothing.
Oh, I think you'll find we're quite something.
[not-things growl]
Doctor.
[growling continues]
- [Donna] Oh, my God, they're growing! - Come on!
- Go faster! - I know!
No, you don't!
[Doctor] I can't control it!
You stupid big hand!
[shouts] Oh, no, no, no, no, no, no!
- [Doctor shouts] - [Donna screams]
[grunts]
[Donna] Whoo!
[growls, screeches]
[engine sputters]
What are they?
[gasps]
Oh, no, don't!
We've got to see.
[metal groaning]
It's strange enough, my face coming back, but not this big.
The airlock door three years ago. That's when they got in.
No-things.
No control of shape.
No concept of shape or size.
How can they get bigger? 'Cause you only get a certain amount of mass, don't you?
Shaun used to complain about that watching Venom films.
He said, "Where's the extra mass come from?"
It got colder.
Oh, yeah, it got colder for me.
Heat into mass.
But they're not just physical copies. They've got our thoughts, too.
That other Donna, she mentioned Gallifrey.
- The other Doctor said, "Wilf". - So they've got our memories.
Okay. So they're copies with memories and mass,
but what I don't get is why do they hate us?
- [Doctor] Whoa. - [Donna gasps]
That's my hand.
[creaking]
They're getting free.
We should reason with them. Try to make peace.
Welcome them to our side of the universe.
- [not-things roar] - Maybe later.
I know, I know. Ladder. Do you think? Maybe up there?
Let's go!
- [voice] Brate. - Oh, not now!
- Doctor! - It's okay. I'm right here!
- Doctor! - Donna!
- [screams]
[groaning]
I'll find you! I will find you!
- [Donna] Doctor! - Don't move! Stay where you are!
I came down about two floors! Depending on how big a floor is!
[whispers] And if I keep shouting, they'll find me.
So, I'll just head up. Yeah?
Yeah. [inhales shakily]
Fenslaw, coliss, brate.
[sighs]
[whirring]
- [metallic tapping] - [gasps]
[tapping stops]
[panting]
[whooshing]
[sighs]
[exhales]
Oh, don't.
[exhales]
- Is it... - Are you...
Is that you?
But it got cold.
[breathes shakily] It got cold for me too.
Look, I'm me. I swear. I'm really, really me.
- Well, so am I. That's not gonna work. - [sighs]
Okay, tell me. How many hearts have I got?
Two.
Well, then, it's me.
No. Hold on. That doesn't work either.
No, but look. I can't stretch. [grunts] My arm is not too long.
I'm-I'm trying. That's all I've got.
If you were them, you'd pretend you couldn't.
- Then pull my arm. - Maybe that's what you want me to do.
- What for? - I don't know.
Well, then you're not the Doctor because he knows everything.
Except for the million times when I don't. And I tell you so, don't I?
Well, that's true. Except if I know that's true, then I'm me.
- Tell you what. I'll take my tie off. - What's that gonna prove?
They might have a different perception of surface.
Skin and clothes might be the same thing.
So if we meet another Doctor with his tie, that's not me.
- Maybe you're just making all this up. - I always do.
All right. Where was I born?
- You were born in Chiswick. - Ah, well, no.
Because, strange little fact, I was born in Southampton.
Yeah, but I didn't know that 'cause I never did.
And if I didn't know that, then that means I'm real.
So where are you from?
No, but we've done that. We talked about that.
Back there, out loud.
All four of us know it's Gallifrey.
Except... it's not.
What do you mean?
You don't know where you're from.
How do you know that?
How does anyone know? How does Donna know?
Back on Earth, when I was the DoctorDonna, I saw your mind.
I've had 15 years without you,
and I saw everything that's happened to you since.
And, oh, my God, it hurt.
You're saying this to break me down.
But we haven't stopped to talk. We haven't had a chance.
It's always like that with you. Running from one thing to the next.
But I saw it. In your head.
The Flux.
It destroyed half the universe because of me.
We stand here now on the edge of creation,
a creation which I devastated.
So yes, I keep running! Of course I do! How am I supposed to look back on that?
- It wasn't your fault! - I know!
I'm sorry.
[breathes shakily] Donna, is that you?
Yeah.
All those years. I missed you.
[groans]
I just couldn't keep it together.
- You are so amazing. - Oh, you...
We stare at that universe so far away, but you have owned it.
You are such a prize.
What are ya?
[Donna] I was born in Southampton.
'Cause my mum and dad were there for the weekend visiting my Auntie Iris.
My mother was nine months' pregnant. Would Iris come to her? She would not.
So, I arrived in Southampton,
which allowed my mother to say I was a problem from the day I was born.
And I've not come to the edge of the universe
to discover I'm still dealing with that.
So, yes. You can copy my memory,
but there's only one person who can understand my family like that,
and that is me.
I'm definitely Donna. Where's your tie?
- What? - Your tie. Where's it gone?
- I took it off. - I know.
It was there on the floor. So where is it?
Oh, I see.
When something is gone, it keeps existing. [laughing]
Auntie Iris, Mummy and Daddy. [babbles]
Why does he travel with someone as stupid as you?
Donna, Donna, Donna, Donna, Donna, Donna. Donna!
Doctor!
[pants]
[screaming]
[grunting]
Good.
[voice] Gilvane.
- Oh, no. - [clicking, clattering]
I've gotta say, this is the biggest nightmare of my life, but...
[sighs] ...I look quite good.
I can't argue.
I wanna talk to you. You. Not-Doctor. I know you're a fake. I know for a fact.
So I want to know why you're doing this.
- That's what I was gonna say! - You should have been faster.
'Cause that's me, isn't it? Fast. Am I fast? Do I talk fast? Yes.
But you're a copy of me! You're only fast because I am.
Oh, well, I can't follow any of this. And that is proof.
'Cause let's not pretend. I'm the stupid one.
You think you're stupid?
Of course I do.
That's very Donna.
That's so Donna. That's my Donna.
Except Donna does not think she's stupid.
- Oh, I do. - Oh, but I do.
No. Donna thinks she's stupid, and sometimes she thinks she's brilliant.
She thinks both.
Because that's the astonishing thing about people from her planet.
They can believe two completely different things at exactly the same time.
- Brainbox! - Earth girl!
[chuckles] Thank God!
[cracking]
But salt! You can't cross salt.
In our universe, it is said that vampires, demons and ghosts
cannot cross a line of salt until they've counted every single grain.
You've got no choice!
But that's a superstition.
Doesn't mean it's true.
It's a superstition, and it's true. Two things at once.
You're lying.
Then walk towards me.
Come on. Stop copying and make your own minds up.
Cross the line!
She doesn't believe him.
But you said I'm stupid.
And also brilliant.
Then which one is it, Donna?
Cross the line.
Or count.
One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten, 11, 12, 13, 14...
[muttering]
So tell me. What do you want?
You tell us.
It didn't get cold this time.
No, it didn't, did it?
Which means you're acclimatising.
Your arms are a bit too long. Your mouths are a bit too wide.
But are you? Stabilising?
- Like they're becoming us properly. - I just wonder why.
[singsongy] Why?
Because the TARDIS will come back for us. They know that.
So if they become completely us, the TARDIS will come back for them.
Is that what you want? Escape?
We drifted here. In the lack of light.
Passing no-time.
But we would feel it. From so far away.
Your noisy, boiling universe.
We want to travel there. To play your vicious games, and win.
If you existed here with no shape, no form, no purpose,
then what's made you so bad?
The things we felt, they shaped us.
Carrying across the dark.
We could hear your lives of war.
And blood and fury and hate.
They made us like this.
We are more than that.
Love letters don't travel very far. And neither do your lies.
[growling]
[voice] Stond.
[clicking, clattering]
That was lucky.
Or not.
- [Doctor] Run? - [Donna] Run!
[not-things growling]
[Doctor] Come on!
Why? I don't understand why.
What are they scaring us for?
Problem is, ten minutes ago, they'd have ripped that door off its hinges.
Now they're just standing there. Locking into shape. Almost complete.
Yes, but if you just listen to my question,
thank you very much.
Why are they making us so scared? If they wanna copy us,
why don't they just sit in a corner and do it?
Why terrorise us?
- That's a very good question. - Yes. I'm brilliant.
Why provoke us?
Unless... that's how it's done.
The more scared we are, the more the blood pumps. Hypothalamus. Adrenaline.
We think faster and faster and faster.
It makes us easy to copy.
Goosebumps, like Braille. You're reading us. Is that right?
Well, what do we do? How do we stop 'em?
Stop being scared?
Like the ship all ticking over in neutral.
Donna, stop thinking.
Well, that's easy for me. What about you?
Just calm. Just cool.
Yeah, I'm calm.
Even calmer.
- Well, you do it too. - I am!
Mmm. Stop rattling me.
Slow. Slow heartbeat.
If we're slow, they can't read us.
- Okay. - Good. [shushes]
- For how long? - Uh, there's a flaw in the plan.
How can you not think on a ship full of questions? Why the empty chair?
- Why do the walls keep moving? - What are the words in the air?
Why did the airlock open and close three years ago?
- Don't. Don't. - But... It's...
Stop it.
[metal clangs]
And what is that?
Doctor, stop thinking.
[groans]
- Let me think. Let me think. - [not-things] Think! Think! Think! Think!
What is making that noise?
[whirring]
There.
[clank]
The captain of the ship.
Circling round and round forever.
Caught in the gravity field.
Caught in the what?
Mavity field.
But why? Did they throw him out? Her out. Them out.
Her. I wonder.
Why is the captain outside?
Why is she in a spacesuit with no helmet?
And why don't you know?
I know that face.
I know my expressions very, very well, and you don't know.
The captain did something you don't understand, but what?
- Tell us! Tell us! - What did she do?
- Tell us! - What did the captain do? What did she do?
They don't know. They really don't know.
The questions aren't a test. They need the answers.
We're all stuck in a system because of the captain. [groans] What did she do?
Well, if they want the answers, don't tell 'em!
You know what my head's like, Donna, once I start having ideas.
Then I have ideas. So the captain...
Tried to stop us. But how?
Wait a minute.
If they don't know why the captain's outside...
The airlock door three years ago, that wasn't them coming in.
That was her going out.
She killed herself.
[not-things] But what for?
She hid her thoughts.
So we couldn't see.
Maximised autonomic brain function! Oh! Well done, Captain.
Because she knew.
Even with a lost ship, if you were found one day,
if you two ever reached the universe, you'd run riot across the stars!
You were already becoming copies of the captain.
You'd have owned this spaceship.
If you'd copied her perfectly,
you could've flown this ship home and started your war!
So, she ended her life to hide whatever it is she left behind.
Because when she died, you hadn't completed her.
So you lost everything she knew. Gone.
[voice] Ratico.
[clicking, clattering]
- What is that? - [whirring]
That captain, calm as a Zen master, set something in motion to stop those two.
And she took her own life so they couldn't work out what she'd done.
- But you're working it out now. - No, I'm not. Mm-mmm.
Yes, you are. And so am I.
It's all about slow.
We don't understand the slow, so the captain set out to slowly stop us.
So the ship is slow. The robot is slow. The words are slow. Is that it?
Nope.
The words move the walls, so the ship is slowly reconfiguring
to become a very slow...
- Bomb. - ...bomb.
- What? - The captain set the self-destruct slowly
so the words are a very slow...
countdown.
I said so! I said countdown straight away. It's that simple.
[groans] I translated the numbers. I'd never heard them out loud!
"Fenslaw, coliss, brate" means ten, nine, eight.
The robot.
We're as clever as you now.
That robot won't stop us!
- So what's the robot? - The robot is the trigger.
A primitive mechanical brain that those two couldn't read,
taking three long years to walk down a very long corridor
with one slow instruction.
- Kaboom. - The countdown.
- What number are we on? - Ratico. That's five.
It's been counting down for years,
but the TARDIS brought us here just in time for the final sequence!
We can't let them reach that robot.
[Not-Doctor grunting]
There's only one way we can stop them.
What's that?
I'm sorry, Donna. But the countdown needs to speed up.
- [voice] Vandeen. - [alarm sounding]
- That's number four! - I know!
- But we're still on board! - I know!
Stop that robot!
Don't stop that robot!
Could the robot just wait?
- [voice] Blinss. - [clicking, clattering]
That's three!
[screams]
[growls]
[Donna shouts]
[growling]
[Donna] Oh, this is therapeutic.
[growls]
[voice] Sensill.
- That's two! [screams] - [growls]
[panting]
But, if he runs out of time, the hostile action ends,
and a time machine would know!
[TARDIS whooshes]
♪ Off we go into the wild blue yonder ♪
♪ Climbing high into the sun ♪
[Donnas] It's me! It's me!
- [voice] One. - [Donna] It said one!
The TARDIS is here, so the TARDIS translated it!
Who was the head of the choir?
[both] Mrs Bean.
And why is "Mrs Bean" funny?
Because it's the name of a vegetable given to a woman.
It just is.
[gasps]
No!
[TARDIS whooshes]
[pants]
Doctor, come back! She's not me! I'm me!
You've got the wrong one!
Don't leave me here!
[voice] Tacsladia.
[mechanism whirring]
[gasps]
Zero. [whimpers]
[whirring stops]
[gasps]
[not-thing roars]
[gasps, breathes shakily]
[gasps]
[muffled explosions]
[whimpers]
Your arms are too long.
[TARDIS whooshes]
[snarls, screams]
[laughs]
[screams, grunts]
[TARDIS whooshes]
[screams]
[TARDIS whooshes]
[breathing deeply]
She'd almost completed you.
That other Donna was a 99.9% copy.
Except I thought, "What's wrong?"
Turned out her wrist had an extra 0.06 millimetres. Obvious, really.
The devil's in the details.
Yeah. Isn't it just?
Oh, I keep thinking, "I wish I hadn't done that thing with the salt".
What, the bad luck thing?
That was just a lie.
Normally. Except I invoked a superstition at the edge of the universe,
where the walls are thin and all things are possible.
I've just got this feeling.
What?
Feeling of something...
Which is gone. Fine. Good.
Onwards.
So anyway. I was wondering, she said, on the spaceship...
That other Donna had your memory.
She could remember us as the DoctorDonna.
So she could see my life and my mind and my thoughts for the past 15 years.
All the time we've been apart, she could remember it.
Can you?
No.
It's too much.
It's like looking into a furnace.
But I suppose she had a great, big, outer-space brain.
She could make sense of it.
Yeah. Maybe.
Why?
Just wondering.
What did she see?
Ooh. Things.
Like what?
Come on.
Where have you been since I last saw you? What's happened?
Oh, you know, the usual.
Robots, chases, waterfalls.
Oh, okay.
But what really happened?
A lot.
You okay?
I will be.
When?
A million years.
[TARDIS dings, whooshes]
Ah. There we are, back home.
You timed that to get out of awkward conversations.
Where are they? Where's the family?
Oh.
Might be a day or two out.
- [sighs] - [gasps]
Oh! My goodness! Donna!
- Gramps! [laughs] - Oh, my goodness. Donna.
I said so!
[gasps]
Wilfred Mott.
- Oh, now I feel better. - [Wilf laughs]
Now nothing is wrong. Nothing in the whole wide world.
Hello, my old soldier.
I never thought I'd see you again after all these years.
Oh, Doctor, that lovely face. [chuckles]
It's like springtime.
And Donna's got her memory back.
- Without dying, which I recommend. - [sirens in distance]
Yeah, well, I knew it. I never lost faith.
I said, "He won't let us down. He'll come back and save us."
- [helicopter whirring] - Save us from what?
And where's the family? Where's Rose? Are they all right?
Yeah, they're fine. They're safe.
I've told them to bunker down, and I'll keep watch. I said, "You save yourselves."
Why? Is there something wrong?
- [people screaming] - [person] That's your fault!
What's going on?
[cook] Get off my bag!
- [person 2] What are you doing? - [restaurant staff shouting, grunting]
What is it? What's happening?
It's everybody. It's everything. They're all going mad.
Listen, you've got to do something, Doctor!
The whole world's coming to an end!
[airplane approaches]
[people screaming, clamouring]
Quickly!