Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

- Your brother's rifle? - (RIFLE CLICKS)

But we agreed...

Only take a couple of hours.

No. Still not with you.

(ALARM BLARING)

I told you this would happen. I told you these days were cursed!

I'm supposed to be married tomorrow.

Big moment. You won't forget this in a hurry.

Our past is no more.

I was away from him for too long. Fighting in the war.

Are you serious, after what's just happened?

Standing over my older brother's dead body.

Sorry, mate, er, we're just getting our bearings.

I don't understand.

How many hours?

And I was the first Muslim woman

Granddad taking you dancing every Wednesday night.

Er, Doc, I reckon an hour's nearly up, mate.

Is that what you used to shoot the holy man?

Look at you all.

of our own lives.

in all its forms,

I much prefer it when you're not making the threatening sound.

If anything happens to us,

- (SONIC SCREWDRIVER WHIRRING) - What is that?

who knows what he thinks these days.

I shouldn't have come.

I suppose I could loop this into the TARDIS' telepathic circuits.

I'm not getting any life signals.

- (GASPS) - RYAN: What?

I've seen a war take our young,

Something I believe in my faith,

- (SONIC SCREWDRIVER WHIRRING) - (DEVICE BEEPS)

They're nearly here. You need to move out.

- We can't let that happen. - It has to.

YASMIN: She's going to officiate knowing he's not my granddad.

- Defo? Totally sure? - YASMIN: Yes.

Such an exotic word. It's in England. Do you know it?

And who are they?

And now it's happening.

- (SONIC SCREWDRIVER WHIRRING) - (DEVICE WHIRRING)

This is our home.

Looks pretty, northern Punjab.

The stuff that they used to kill him.

If something happens to Umbreen, your whole timeline could be erased.

Have you got a time or place?

All the way from England.

- Sounds like trouble. - RYAN: Red alert!

This fella needs to be laid to rest.