Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

About six billion years ago. It's a Tuesday, I think.

like a microphone,

An echo house, in an echo universe.

What about you? I'll be next.

The Tardis is like a cat.

"The Witch of the Well".

Whatever. You have to help the Doctor.

For the Ministry? You know I can't answer that.

You're talking, but all I can hear is, "Meh, meh, meh, meh, meh."

Oi, don't mess with the settings.

You need a place to keep this. I've got one.

She can't. Look at her. She has to!

Oh, bliss, nice action on the toggle switches.

What do we say? We ask how she came to be...

The way a telepath can sense thoughts.

calling out to me.

back at the Ministry.

What do you think she is?

Doctor, what about, um...

Doctor, we're here.

I'm giving you a face.

Is it that funny tickly feeling on the back of your neck?

I'm not holding your hand.

This actually your house? It is.

Actually, I like the word "toggle".

She's mentioned in local Saxon poetry

Show me the ghost.

To find the ghost. Why would I want to do that?

Without the presence of a powerful psychic.

Doctor, come home!

I can take you to a safe place far away from here.

Of several billion such images in my databanks,

Appeals to the Gast...