Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Well, the bloody monsters are outside now. What do we do?!
Do you ever get the feeling like you're being watched?
.. like a story.
So, I have this, er... It kinda looks like a tattoo.
Last pod.
They never put the word space in front of something
- Hello! - You crew?
Why not? That's what it's for.
No helmet cams.
but our friend here certainly knows how to fight.
I can't do that, I'm afraid, Doctor.
It fits. Like the song. ♪ Bah, bah, bah... ♪
You've also created an abomination.
No comm signal. Nothing. Dead.
So, you needed to get your story straight.
My lab.
474... die soon.
Septembrie 16, 1972
'I've put things together into some kind of order...'
That's slander!
The future is here.
Maybe. There's something going on here.
- How do we get off this crate? - Alternative transport.
You don't have a camera, Clara.
'Warning! Dangerous materials in transit.
♪ Mr Sandman Bring me your dreams
my Morpheus process and those creatures that attacked us.
♪ Make it the cutest... ♪
What can't you see anywhere?
kept alive.
Then what Chopra do?
We're back online! Grav-shields fixed! We're rising!
.. sort of merged.
Deep-Ando? Deep-Ando, this is Chopra.
Right. You're to consider yourself...
It's like this is all for effect...
Septembrie 30, 1972
This is a mission, Chopra. We find out what's happened on Le Verrier
Not in the footage, not on this ship.
Me?
The Sandmen swallowed you...
We still don't know where the rest of the crew are, though.
May the Gods look favourably upon us all!
Hungry.
Now, you can go a whole month without sleep!