Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

I know, because armies will rise and billions will die.

And nobody snog Byron.

Just don't lose hope.

Then I shall execute the host.

Ryan, it's like a maze up there,

- and went into one. - What do you speak of?

Darkness had no need of aid from them

CYBERMAN:...is in woe.

Great. There's another on the loose.

It means I've put it in the gravest danger.

It's turned the house into a sort of giant panic room.

What did he see?

The tides were in their grave

Here is the door,

(WHISPERS) Hildegarde, the death-bride.

Mary goes by Mrs Shelley...

She scrambled 500 miles from England

just to bring me a sarnie?

Maison Chapuis. On the shore.

You're the one who looks like death.

She was the universe.

Oh, it touched me! Ghost! Ghost.

(THUNDER CRASHES)

SHELLEY AND CYBERMAN: ...Percy Bysshe Shelley.

You're going nowhere, pal.

Ryan, that was my elbow.

This vibe you mentioned... is it still there?

...and says I should find a more reliable prospect.

This place keeps on changing, like a puzzle.

A house can't do that.

Uh, well, when he didn't join us,

Did you see that?

(THUNDER CRASHES)

It has its own room.

This place keeps on folding in on itself as well.

Human. Protein. Collagen and...

Don't let the Cyberman have what it wants.

It's a traveller...

SHELLEY: They scorched and split the sky.

Perhaps Lord Byron or Dr Polidori would read to us?

Yes, thank you! Barricade the door!

Breathing - check.

CLAIRE: We shall teach them the dance.

Dead things don't act dead.

"Hildegarde's leaden coffin loomed before us.

Get it off him.

It must execute the host to be extracted.

Looking for the lavatory?

that we can walk through the door

Keep your eyes peeled.

Big house like this - there's got to be a lav somewhere.

Anything else strange happen since you've been here?

Got a bit caught in the downpour.

Byron challenges Mary Polidori and Percy Shelley