Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

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

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

I've got the word.

Security protocol initiated.

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

And isn't it bracing?

How many dead? Come on, facts and figures.

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

That looks like the boss.

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

Stress. That's what this is, stress.

And I'm bringing you back to Earth.

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

If this thing dies, so do the Ood.

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

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

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

Oh, fat lot of good, all of you.

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

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

Don't you see? That makes them peaceful.

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

It's good, isn't it?

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

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

Mr Kess, what's the situation?

How about that, Donna?

Mr Halpen, can you hear it?

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

What's going on out there?

Are we like explorers, or more like a virus?

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

It's not so different from your time.

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

Never mind about me. What about them?

The circle must...

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

Have a nice day.

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