Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

You have quite an eye for the pretty girls.
Four... No.
Come on, might as well get some sleep.
Nothing left but a cinder.
Now, be honest, Timothy. You should be the very top.
You're really not looking yourself, old chap. Anything bothering you?
No, no, they always look close, but actually they're miles off.
Those targets are tribesmen from the Dark Continent.
You're not John Smith.
- Have you checked for concussion? -I have.
Here's the morning paper.
- What about the stairs? -They're right behind you.
But we need it. Oh, my God, Doctor.
- Like a doorway? -Mmm.
Yeah, well, think again, mate.
- What does it do? -Chameleon Arch.
Like a magic carpet...
They can follow us wherever we go.
We've been invited to the dance.
as my guest?
And that's Coopers Field?
I like the sound of that.
I am not the Doctor.
Just little things. Tiny things. I can't help it.
That's not fair at all.
'Cause once it's open, then the Family will be able to find me.
- Gallifrey. -Is that in Ireland?
Oh! Sorry!
- You've taken my arm in public. -I'm very scared.
She works at the school.
- Reach out, boy. Reach out. - Always waiting.
- Wait for them to die. -But they can track us down.
John, what is that silly thing?
And you still are.
You are not alone. Keep me hidden.
- Where you gonna go? -Anywhere.