Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

- He travels in time? -Don't ask me to explain it.

Everything she did was so human.

It's not easy, even just looking at you, Jack,

There's movement on the surface. Another human hunt. God help him.

It stamps down, the rocket shoots up.

Chan, it is said that I am the last of my species too, tho.

-'cause you're wrong. -Thanks.

Chan, Yana, won't you please take some rest, tho?

My mum used to say the skies were made of diamonds.

- I've got you. I've got you... -We've got to run. They're coming!

There's been so little help...

Now then, Doctor.

- I've got him. -Chan, don't touch the cables, tho.

Good! Good! Good!

- I'm sorry. -Tough!

Open me, you human fool. Open the light and summon me and receive my majesty.

We're losing power, tho.

Chantho, Chantho, are you there?

My name is Padra Fet Shafe Cane. Tell me, just tell me.

But he's... I'm sorry, there's no heartbeat. There's nothing. He's dead.

Oh! Now I can say I was provoked.

Destination, Utopia.

- Chan, you are most unusual, tho. -Well...

There must've been some sort of life.

But that makes you more than 100 years old.

If you'd been born in a different time, you'd be revered. I mean it.

Anyone know the Shafe Cane family? Anyone called Shafe Cane?

I used to be a Time Agent. It's called a vortex manipulator.

- Hey, what was your name? Creet? -That's right, miss.

Time. Just time. Everything's dying now. All the great civilisations have gone.