Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

I flew into the wild and fire.
Sarah Jane! Who's that boy?
- Long time no see. - Yeah.
Crucible at 90% efficiency.
What for? Think, Donna.
We have waited long for this ultimate destiny.
Thank you, Martha Jones.
Oh, I can see it.
- It's stopped. -What do you mean?
- Tell me what they are. -It's a four and a nine.
Everlasting death
Some populated, some not. But all unconnected.
Are they dead?
Control, I need another shift. Lock me onto the Tardis. Now.
- And you invented it? -I developed it.
Not under any circumstances.
Scattered into atoms.
Dad, please, come home.
Oh, really? What for?
A good splodge of paint, they'd be blinded.
Miss Foster said that was lost. But that must have been a long time ago.
You never give up.
1,500 miles, boys. And accelerating. They're almost here.
- They're leaving our street alone. -I've got a weapon.
Gwen.
Fat lot of good that is now. I'm no use to anyone.
Right, I'm gonna find him.
Medical Director on Project Indigo.
Forget about the key! And that's an order!
But why couldn't we see them?
Harriet, it's me! It's me! She can't hear me.
Your voice is different and yet
The Osterhagen Key.