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Back of the neck.

He's the only one who can stop them.

NATO's gone to DEFCON 1. We're preparing a strike.

That's how they reproduce.

None of the humans can guess our true purpose.

Civilisation is falling.

This is our chance to leave them behind.

But where's the Tardis?

Upon arrival on board this ship, your students would have been shot down.

I don't know. It's out of control!

The streets are half empty. People still aren't driving.

If you don't help me, they're going to die.

You mean you want them dead?

Shh! Keep it down, lads.

Doctor! Doctor!

Positions. That means everyone.

All weapons targeting Earth, sir. Firing in 20.

What, like set fire to the atmosphere?

And well, you know, I've recalibrated this for Sontaran air, so...

All right, all right, I'm here, I'm here, I've got you, I've got you.

A brand new start for a brand new human race.

Can't you just zap us down to Earth with that remote thing?

Prepare to launch clone pods.

Greyhound 40 declaring absolute emergency.

Why are they defending the factory only after we're inside?

Oh, well, there's a door.

They're inside the system, sir.

What do you need me to do?

Planning a little trip, were we?

There are reports from every country in Europe