Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

back at the Ministry.

The Tardis is like a cat.

An echo house, in an echo universe.

Is it that funny tickly feeling on the back of your neck?

To find the ghost. Why would I want to do that?

What do you think she is?

Whatever. You have to help the Doctor.

You're talking, but all I can hear is, "Meh, meh, meh, meh, meh."

Appeals to the Gast...

Show me the ghost.

"The Witch of the Well".

like a microphone,

She can't. Look at her. She has to!

I can take you to a safe place far away from here.

Actually, I like the word "toggle".

What about you? I'll be next.

She's mentioned in local Saxon poetry

Oi, don't mess with the settings.

This actually your house? It is.

Oh, bliss, nice action on the toggle switches.

What do we say? We ask how she came to be...

I'm not holding your hand.

The way a telepath can sense thoughts.

Doctor, come home!

Without the presence of a powerful psychic.

Doctor, we're here.

Doctor, what about, um...

For the Ministry? You know I can't answer that.

About six billion years ago. It's a Tuesday, I think.

I'm giving you a face.

calling out to me.

Of several billion such images in my databanks,

You need a place to keep this. I've got one.