Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

How does it know them?
"and inside we saw..."
(WHIRRING)
His final remains.
Mrs Shelley seems fatigued.
Not while he suffers.
I suspect I must have missed something.
Exactly.
- (SHRIEKS) - In death we are transformed,
- (SONIC BUZZES) - Shelley in a cellar,
In an attempt to protect it from that.
Isn't it obvious?
Oh...
Good evening! Not quite the welcome I was hoping for,
(THUNDER CRASHES)
MARY: Mrs Doctor, what are you doing to him?
The house was like shifting sands.
Yes, Mrs Shelley.
If you like.
Yaarbo Bob
MARY: What is it?
"He opened the coffin with a stifled cry of dread,
Oh!
and this planet will remain only in shreds!
RYAN: It's sort of just floating around.
- How? - Release it!
DOCTOR: And when it thought it might be discovered,
(WILLIAM GURGLES)
I've never known air as dank and frigid.
A lump of death
hidden from our eyes.
Bingo! They're a man down.
From my travels.
(THUNDER RUMBLES)
Ooh! You ever considered breath mints?
There's always an explanation...
- so everyone just calm down. - Fletcher!
Could we be deceased?
Correct.
Recognising great host material.
We thought you saw Shelley, like we did.
Looks like I'm the true guardian.
(WIND WHISTLES)
You want me to sacrifice you?
I have.
This world doesn't end in 1816.
FLETCHER: Lord Byron?
Are you the guardian?
- Unfinished. - Are you the guardian?
No, sir.
We're going to need them.
No feeling, no control, no way back.
They blamed it on volcanic ash covering the sunlight.
Reminders that we tread on the dust of empires.
(BABY CRIES)
(CLOCK TICKS)
The lights are on. He's gone on a mini-break.
Guard him well.
He's getting a gun.
I have to find out what he's looking for.
Go to the future, find him
I should be the one to go and greet it.
You should probably pop down and have a chat.