Doctor Who

- Will it be me, Uncle? - Yeah, it's going to be you.

I only wish I could go in your place, Idris.

Nah, I don't, 'cause it's really going to hurt.

It's starting.

- What will happen? - Oh.

Nephew will drain your mind and your soul from your body

and leave your body empty.

- I'm scared! - I expect so, dear.

But soon you'll have a new soul.

There'll be a Time Lord coming!

And then we discovered it wasn't the robot king after all,

it was the real one.

Fortunately, I was able to re-attach the head.

- Do you believe any of this stuff? - I was there.

Oh, it's the warning lights.

I'm getting rid of those.

- They never stop! - Hey.

You're still thinking about it, aren't you?

Oh, shh!

We saw him die.

- Yeah, 200 years in the future. - Yes, but it's still going to happen.

- What was that? - The door.

It knocked.

Right. We are in deep space.

Very, very deep.

And somebody's knocking.

Oh, come here.

Come here, you scrumptious little beauty.

- A box? - Doctor, what is it?

I've got mail.

Time Lord emergency messaging system.

In an emergency, we wrap up our thoughts in psychic containers

and send them through time and space.

Anyway, there's a living Time Lord still out there

and it's one of the good ones!

You said there weren't any other Time Lords left.

There are no Time Lords left anywhere in the universe,

but the universe isn't where we're going.

See that snake? The mark of The Corsair. Fantastic bloke.

He had that snake as a tattoo in every regeneration.

Didn't feel like himself unless he had the tattoo.

Or herself, a couple of times. Ooh, she was a bad girl!

Whoa! What is happening?

We are leaving the universe!

How can you leave the universe?

With enormous difficulty!

Right now I'm burning up Tardis rooms to give us some welly.

Goodbye, swimming pool. Goodbye, scullery.

Sayonara, squash court seven!

Whoa!

Okay. Okay. Where are we?

Outside the universe, where we've never, ever been.

Is that meant to be happening?

The power. It's draining.

Everything's draining! But it can't. That's...

That's impossible.

What is that?

It's as if the Matrix, the soul of the Tardis, has just vanished.

Where would it go?

So what kind of trouble is your friend in?

He was in a bind, a bit of a pickle, sort of distressed.

Well, you can just say you don't know.

What is this place? The scrapyard at the end of the universe?

Not end of, outside of.

How we can we be outside the universe? The universe is everything.

Imagine a great big soap bubble

with one of those tiny little bubbles on the outside.

- Okay. - But it's nothing like that.

Completely drained, look at her.

Wait. So we're in a tiny bubble universe,

sticking to the side of the bigger bubble universe?

Yes. No. But if it helps, yes.

This place is full of rift energy.

She'll probably refuel just by being here.

Now, this place, what do we think, eh?

Gravity's almost Earth-normal, air's breathable, but it smells like...

- Arm pits. - Arm pits.

What about all this stuff? Where did this come from?

Well, there's a rift, now and then stuff gets sucked through it.

Not a bubble. A plughole.

The universe has a plughole and we've just fallen down it.

Thief! Thief! You're my thief!

She's dangerous! Guard yourself.

Look at you! Goodbye! No, not goodbye. What's the other one?

Watch out! Careful. Keep back from her.

Welcome, strangers, lovely.

- Sorry about the mad person. - Why am I a thief? What have I stolen?

Me. Are you going to steal me? No, you have stolen me.

You are stealing me. Oh! Tenses are difficult, aren't they?

Oh! Well, we are sorry, my dove.

She's off her head.

- They call me Auntie. - And I'm Uncle. I'm everybody's uncle.

Just keep back from this one, she bites!

- Do I? Excellent. - Ow!

- No, no, no! - Whoa!

- Ow! Ow, ow! - Oh, biting's excellent!

It's like kissing, only there's a winner!

- Sorry. She's doolally. - No, I'm not doolally. I'm...

I'm... It's on the tip of my tongue.

I've just had a new idea about kissing. Come here, you!

No, Idris, no!

Oh, but now you're angry. No, you're not. You will be angry.

The little boxes will make you angry.

Sorry? The little what? Boxes?

- Your chin is hilarious. - Oi.

It means the smell of dust after rain.

- What does? - Petrichor.

But I didn't ask.

Not yet. But you will.

No. No, Idris. I think you should have a rest.

Rest, yes, yes, good idea! I'I I just see if there's an off switch.

Whoa!

Is that it? Is she dead now? So sad.

She's still breathing.

Nephew, take Idris somewhere she cannot bite people, hmm?

Oh, hello!

Doctor, what is that?

Oh, no. It's all right. It's an Ood. Oods are good, love an Ood.

Hello, Ood.

Can't you talk? Oh, I see, it's damaged.

May I?

It might be on the wrong frequency.

Nephew was broken when he came here. Why, he was half dead.

House repaired him. House repaired all of us.

If you are receiving this message, please help me.

Send a signal to the High Council of the Time Lords on Gallifrey.

Tell them that I am still alive! I don't know where I am.

I'm on some rock-like planet.

What was that? Was that him?

No, no, it's picking up something else.

But that's... That's not possible. That's...

Who else is here? Tell me. Show me! Show me!

Just what you see. It's just the four of us. And the House.

Nephew, will you take Idris somewhere safe where she can't hurt nobody?

The House? What's the House?

House is all around you, my sweets.

You are standing on him.

This is the House. This world.

Would you like to meet him?

- Meet him? - I'd love to.

This way. Come, please. Come.

What's wrong? What were those voices?

Time Lords.

It's not just the Corsair.

Somewhere close by there are lots and lots of...

Time Lords.

I'm...

I'm...

Big word, sad word.

Why is that word so sad? No.

Will be sad. Will be sad.

Come. Come, come.

Now you can see House and he can look at you and he...

I see.

This asteroid is sentient.

We walk on his back, breathe his air, eat his food...

- Smell its armpits. - And do my will.

You are most welcome, travellers.

Doctor, that voice, that's the asteroid talking?

Yes. So you're like a sea urchin?

Hard outer surface. That's the planet we're walking on.

Big, squashy, oogly thing inside. That's you.

That is correct, Time Lord.

Ah! So you've met Time Lords before?

Many travellers have come through the rift,

like Auntie and Uncle and Nephew.

I repair them when they break.

- So there are Time Lords here, then? - Not any more.

But there have been many Tardises on my back in days gone by.

Well, there won't be any more after us. Last Time Lord. Last Tardis.

A pity. Your people were so kind.

Be here in safety, Doctor. Rest, feed if you will.

We're not actually going to stay here, are we?

Well, it seems like a friendly planet. Literally. Mind if we poke around a bit?

You can look all you want. Go, look.

House loves you.

Come on then, gang. We're just going to see the sights.

Oh! What was that? Do fish have fingers?

Like a nine-year-old trying to rebuild a motorbike.

What am I saying? Why am I saying that?

Thief? Where's my thief? Thief!

Thief!

So as soon as the Tardis is refuel led, we go, yeah?

No. There are Time Lords here. I heard them and they need me.

You told me about your people and you told me what you did.

Yes, yes. But if they're like the Corsair,

they're good ones and I can save them.

And then tell them you destroyed all the others?

I can explain. Tell them why I had to.

You want to be forgiven.

Don't we all?

What do you need from me?

My screwdriver. I left it in the Tardis. It's in my jacket.

- You're wearing your jacket. - My other jacket.

- You have two of those? - Okay. I'll get it.

But Doctor, listen to me.

Don't get emotional because that's when you make mistakes.

- Yes, boss. - I'll call you from the Tardis.

Rory, look after him.

Rory, look after her.