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- This will dissolve her. -And us, too.
Inoperable?
- Doctor. -Cybermats.
Oh, we've gone all medieval.
How could they?
It doesn't have to be about revenge.
Rory, there is no time. This factory's about to explode!
No!
Jimmy Wicks, you're a dad.
She's right.
We're in this together, Rory. And we've got to trust each other.
Doctor, I am frightened.
- I told you, remember? -But that wasn't...
Here she comes.
Nice try. But I know, okay?
Extra heavy. If we can get above it...
- I can't... -No, listen, hold on, hold on.
John Smith.
I'm sorry.
Yeah, well, it wasn't luck.
What's going on, Daddy?
but she just, just slipped away.
It's Adam's birthday.
It's okay. It's easing off. Whoo! Okay.
Bad Boy.
- Are you thinking what I'm thinking? -Inevitably.
So tired.
I have to stay, hold this door closed. Give you time to dematerialise.
- I'd like more proof that you're me. -Cybermats.
Shuttle, we need evac.
Don't be. Hold on. We're coming for you, I swear.
Thank you, Buzzer.
-what he needs. -What you want. You are it!