Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

'Cause once it's open, then the Family will be able to find me.
No, no, they always look close, but actually they're miles off.
Here's the morning paper.
I like the sound of that.
- Gallifrey. -Is that in Ireland?
Just little things. Tiny things. I can't help it.
I am not the Doctor.
You're really not looking yourself, old chap. Anything bothering you?
But we need it. Oh, my God, Doctor.
- Have you checked for concussion? -I have.
- Where you gonna go? -Anywhere.
as my guest?
She works at the school.
That's not fair at all.
- What about the stairs? -They're right behind you.
Like a magic carpet...
Nothing left but a cinder.
- What does it do? -Chameleon Arch.
And you still are.
Yeah, well, think again, mate.
They can follow us wherever we go.
John, what is that silly thing?
Those targets are tribesmen from the Dark Continent.
- Reach out, boy. Reach out. - Always waiting.
- You've taken my arm in public. -I'm very scared.
- Like a doorway? -Mmm.
Now, be honest, Timothy. You should be the very top.
You are not alone. Keep me hidden.
We've been invited to the dance.
You have quite an eye for the pretty girls.
- Wait for them to die. -But they can track us down.
Come on, might as well get some sleep.
And that's Coopers Field?
Oh! Sorry!
You're not John Smith.
Four... No.