Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

What's going on out there?

- They're breaking in. -Ah, let them.

In my opinion, sir, I think we've lost them.

How many of them do you think there are in each one?

Oh, fat lot of good, all of you.

They're servants of humans in the 42nd century.

Security protocol initiated.

In the past financial quarter, we've had three deaths in the complex,

That looks like the boss.

Mr Kess, what's the situation?

How about that, Donna?

Sorry! Late. Don't mind us. Hello. The guards let us through.

It's not so different from your time.

I don't know, it's all sort of... I don't even know what the word is!

Mr Halpen, can you hear it?

But look at us. We're everywhere. Is that good or bad, though?

they keep saying we haven't got long to live.

I've got the word.

Stress. That's what this is, stress.

How many dead? Come on, facts and figures.

Is it just me or does it feel as if it's looking at you?

Are we like explorers, or more like a virus?

I could help with the red eye. Now, show me!

Oh, what's that? That sounds like an alarm.

Don't you see? That makes them peaceful.

If this thing dies, so do the Ood.

Now then, Dr Noble, Mrs Noble, if you'd like to come with me?

We were too late. What do we do? Do we bury him?

- Doctor, Donna. Friends! -The circle...

And isn't it bracing?

Never mind about me. What about them?

What, you mean these containers are full of...

The circle must...

And I'm bringing you back to Earth.

Have a nice day.

It's good, isn't it?

Oh, you've upset them! Leave them alone.

- Talk to him. Keep him going. -It's all right. We've got you.

Mildly telepathic. That was their song. It was his mind calling out.