Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

- Aargh! - No!
He was the first of them to die.
Deep-Ando, may the Gods look favourably upon you. Deep-Ando...
'This is Chopra.
it wasn't just my alibi. It was my plan.
What Great Catastrophe?!
just because everything's all sort of hi-tech and future-y.
- What are these? - Morpheus? - Morpheus?
Well, we just arrived, you know, and there was nobody about.
Evolving new ways to infect.
Semi-sentient. It thinks it knows what's good for you.
- Sleep dust?! - Sleep dust. - You're kidding!
It's like smuggling a jam jar full of germs through customs.
Where's the crew?
Septembrie 18, 1972
in my mind
- But sleep is... - Terms and conditions apply.
Neptune's gravity is pulling them apart, bit by bit!
I could take a look at that, you know. Triangulate the signal.
I'm not from this station. I'm on a rescue mission.
is a man who hasn't slept in five years.
- from inside the pod, Chopra, for the Gods' sake! - Feel better?
'This one's obvious from the markings, isn't it?
To turn that extra profit.
You and your cargo?
I don't know who did this to you,
OK, how, Doctor, how can those things be made of sleep dust?
The creatures... can't see.
What the hell are you talking about?
- So, what happened? - From the beginning of time?
But you said it was an encoded signal.
Yaaaargh!
Don't say it. Please don't say it!
Nearly there, kiddies.
Deep-Ando, this is Chopra.
I wanted to get out of there.
She's a Grunt, Clara.
Chopra, don't be anger.
'Human contact not advised.'
sleep claims us in the end.
Do you see it yet?
Hide AND seek! Why do they miss out words? It's infuriating!
What the hell are they?
Septembrie 26, 1972
Septembrie 21, 1972
They speak to me...
Our lot? What do you mean?