Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Quick! They're through.

Ah, and you've got oxygen deprivation,

six months later.

Forty breaths to the dorms.

The universe show its true face when it asks for help.

What do you mean?

Space. The final frontier.

- Look at me. - I can't.

Somebody, stop it!

Can you hear me? Ivan?

Ah, yes. Completely. But that's not a recent thing.

and 90 seconds in...

They've got limited problem-solving and that's it.

Oxygen levels are seriously depleted.

Please do not interfere with the operation of this suit.

- I'm a bit cross with you, sir. - Noted.

It's revenge as bright as the sun.

Please remain calm while your central nervous system is disabled.

- Okay. - Well, in a way, yes.

Is that a good thing or a bad thing?

when it's asking for your help.

Please advise local technician.

Failing that, I think I've got some spare eyes somewhere.

No, there isn't.

- They're from the union. - The union's a myth.

This is the least productive we've all been for months.

I think these ones are off-network for repairs.

Huh? What happens to your precious Earth then?

They're through the third lock.

The suit. just... just please. Just turn it off.

Oh. Makes more sense.

Okay, we'll pick her up, come on.

- Great. - Too much between you and the outside

Oh, Nardole, Ivan, thank God!

Well, I'm not sure I'm very happy about it.

The Haereticum.

Yes, well, if you will go thinking for yourself. What do you want?

Doctor, it wasn't your fault. You couldn't have saved her.

Oh, look, Bill. It's Nardole. What a lovely surprise.

Health and safety?

Well, there was no oxygen, right?

So don't hold your breath.

Let's teach them a lesson they will never forget.

Your employers.

That is my theme tune.

We've hit a sealed door at the end of Corridor 12. No way through.

Okay, then. Back to the TARDIS. Lovely in there.

- And you survived how? - We were off-network.