Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Look at all of them, really look. They're not real.

Oh, and I'm not allowed to have a career, I suppose?

Your friend, Professor Song.

It's a screwdriver. It works in the dark.

It's easy. Neural relay. just point and think. Use him, talk to me.

There's no light here.

You turned up on my doorstep with a new haircut and a suit.

Mummy, Joshua and me, we're not real, are we?

You took me to Darillium to see the singing towers.

if that's what you're worried about.

You said "river" and suddenly we're feeding ducks.

It's hard to see everything in the data core, even for me, but...

Donna. This is her diary.

I am brilliant, and unloved.

And before you say anything else,

You've forgotten again, it was you who saved all those people, haven't you?

What happened? How did we get here?

The world is wrong.

It saved them to the hard drive.

We hatched here.

If you die here, it'll mean I've never met you.

- You're gonna make them an offer? -They'd better take it.

Sorry for any inconvenience...

And then you remembered.

Stop it! just stop it! Why are you doing this?

If my face ends up on one of those statues...

Help me. Please help me.

River, please, no.

Oh, like you're so special.

I know you're real.

The moon to watch over her,

Next stop everywhere.

I'm about to die, it's not an overreaction.

- Can I get you anything? -An old age would be nice.

- I forgot that. -And then you remembered.

I was just a data-ghost caught in the Wi-Fi and automatically uploaded.

- Library. -We should go. Doctor!

- How do you know me? -We met before. In the library.

Donna Noble has been saved.

- It doesn't have a red setting. -Well, use the dampers.

- Yeah. -Why would I do that?

Hey, who turned out the lights?

Now and then, every once in a very long while,

We're all going to die right here,