You're supposed to deliver it.

Cell 426.

The Doctor? Do you mean Dr Song?

Give me that. Seriously, just give it to me. I'm entitled to phone calls.

No, and neither are you. Where is he?

You're phoning the time vortex, it doesn't always work.

You're new here, aren't you?

- Then why are you stealing a painting? - Look at it.

I need to find the Doctor, and I need to show him this.

Now, word on the belt is, you're looking for time travel.

At least?

What kind of starships?

- Maintaining orbit. - I obey.

- Shield cover compromised on ion sectors. - Daleks. Those are Daleks.

- Scan detects no temporal activity. - Soft grid scan commencing.

Faces in photographs, luggage, half-eaten meals...

rings...

Nothing is ever forgotten, not completely.

And...if something can be remembered,

it can come back.