Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Echoes in the dark, queer songs in the air
- She didn't make it. - I'm sorry. She closed the rift.
It happens once, just once, and it's gone. It's finished. It'll never happen again.
But where?
The real world is something else.
It's been good for business. What people expect from a gloomy old trade like mine.
It's not your fault. I wanted to come.
That's so weird. It's Christmas.
The Gelth will come through in force.
- Come on. - Everything in order, Mr Dickens?
- How dare you, sir? This is my house! - Shut up!
They'd give you strength. Send them back.
And you've flown so far, further than anyone.
What do you know about that hobgoblin?
but this is getting beyond now.
I hoped that I was a force for good.
Yeah, mate. Not now. Oi, you! Follow that hearse!
I hope that this theory will be validated soon... if not immediately.
Plenty more!
Doctor, the Gelth don't succeed.
- Liars? - Look at me.
Better with two.
Mr Dickens? Excuse me, sir. This is your call.
I bet you've got your eye on someone.
- Time you were on, sir. - Absolutely.
But I can hold them. Hold them in this place, hold them here.
Oh, come on, Charles. I shouldn't have told you to shut up.
Not a sign. Where is she?
She's exhausted and she's not fighting your battles.
- Take the girl to the rift. Make a bridge. - What for?
Mr Redpath's grandmother is up and out there somewhere. We've got to find her.
Times haven't changed that much. I bet you've done the same.