Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

THE DOCTOR: The Angel has the controls.

Looks like the first owner of this house was somewhat of a scoundrel.

Almost if she's physically experiencing the event she describes.

Uh, I saw you come in.

And why would they want to?

Stay away from me!

No, no, no, no. Don't play games with me.

Don't look at it! Don't look at it!

So, you're telling me the Division

- A baseline. - Precisely.

Back door is locked.

But I regret to inform you,

If we find her, we might want to talk to her.

Mate, it's a long story.

We have your attention.

You're deliberately scaring people.

Wait, why were you calling the police?

But let's not get bogged down in the order of things.

DAN: A village on the edge of space.

This is Serving Commander Inston-Vee-Vinder leaving his post.

Um, numbers. A year. A voice telling me not to blink.

Don't come any closer!

We've still got the moonlight.

Maybe she just ran to get away from him.

The Army move in and turn it into a locked encampment.

No, no, I've been waiting for this one!

there's so much more.

The only problem is it will take a very long time for the TARDIS

- (GLASS SHATTERS) - (WOOD SPLINTERS)

Just got here? Oh!

Whatever she is, she is not salvation.

Come along, let's return it to the churchyard.

Was that scarecrow there a minute ago?

That's why I brought you here, Doctor.

You're supposed to be observing the Angels.

That was not me. That was another.

Of everything. All Division, all of its history.

- They're coming to capture you. - Correct.

This was its plan all along.

I Googled the name of this village after I had my first premonition.

You see yourself.

I need to get back.

There is nothing you can do to stop us.

All right, Miss Brown, if you would care to go first.

Passenger forms are not transportation.