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I mean, she could be me, for all you know.

- And what would that be? - I'm taking her back to Earth.

and cannot be altered.

Then we are facing great danger.

We all face the raven in the end. That is the deal.

Doctor, I will not let you leave here.

So, where is he?

Oh, Clara Oswald...

No. Stop it. You're saying goodbye.

- What did you do? - What do you think?

Ah, well, that was a lie put about by the Shabogans.

Your physical processes have been time looped...

What did you mean, human compatible?

Although you are currently conscious and aware,

Ah, no, he didn't tell anyone anything.

What if time isn't healing?

She could be anyone, right?

the dead, manning the battlements.

Nothing's sad till it's over.

.. seeing as I'm not actually ageing,

Listen, I'm nearly through here.

And maybe we should use this TARDIS to find my proper one.

Well, I can't be the Doctor all the time.

me mom's got hillectic acute phantasmagoria and she's a snow easter witch dog mouse and she goes woof woof eep eep and she's come down with aorkaphobia because she's 667 years old with snow fox ducks! and she's also got dubaichinatheria which operate her theatrical opprtuials in her ulluppits ecllishockits!

These people are unarmed.

Every available man. I need that place surrounded.

You need to tell us what the Doctor is going to do now.

Tomorrow is promised to no-one, Doctor, but I insist upon my past.

You killed that man! You shot him! He's dead!

Come on, quick!

Frozen between one heartbeat and the next.

You have gone too far.

The Hybrid, what is it?

I don't know, it's like, erm...

It used to be on the other side of the hill.

I'm going to wipe her memory of every last detail of me.

- My jaw? - I wasn't talking to you.

Just say it. Say it.

Step forward and take aim!

They exaggerate all the time.

The long way round.

all non-military personnel, please, step away from the Doctor.

What, and the kid told you the secret?

in a crypt, guarded by more ghosts.

She was just here.

Human compatible. That's what you said.

The hell of the Time Lords.

The actual prophecy specifies only two warrior races.

ring the Cloister bells in the event of impending catastrophe.

More like a stone circuit board.