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How powerful, how evil that thing might be.

Rory! Panicking a bit.

Not a fear of pants, though, if that's what you're thinking.

All right, stay still.

He's one of the Tenza, remember.

I don't care who you are or what wheels have been set in motion, we'll sort it.

Funny little cough, blinking all the time.

George! George, don't do this. We want to help you, George!

So, we have to make him aware. George!

Admitting your kid's got a problem.

He started getting these nervous ticks, you know?

You're not from Social Services, are you?

# You and I must die #

What's happening?

- Yes. How old is George? -Well, I told you, he just turned eight.

- Stop doing that. -It's not me.

Well, of course not. Claire can't have kids!

- Um... -Mind's gone blank.

Look, maybe this was a bad idea. We should sort out George ourselves.

and we're stuck here in the past.

I'll tell your Mum and Dad.

Snow White and the Seven Keys to Doomsday, eh?

No. That's possible. Is that possible?

We have to switch the lights on and off five times.

Were you having a nightmare, son?

Hmm, try the next ﬂoor down. Catch you later.

We're inside the dolls house.

- Bed. - But Mum...

All I want is my £350.

Maybe we should let the monsters gobble him up.

A couple of weeks before George was born.

Don't growl at the nice man, Bernard.

The thing. You have to do the thing, Mum.

Bit neglected, wherever it is.

Help me, Bernard. Oh!

- How old is he? -He was eight in January.

Listen to him. Isn't he awful, eh?