Jake grabs a homeless man, name of Morris, and tries to stop him, and Morris is like, "But food, though!" Crane continues ("All you can eat, free of charge. Don't just stand there! Fill your faces with pasty!"), and boy howdy is Morris not interested in Jake's version of the truth: "When did you last starve?" Jake's like, "Remember the people disappearing off the streets for months? And how nobody knows who's doing it or what it's like when they kidnap homeless people? Do I have to draw you a diagram?" Morris is like, "Apparently. Why would they kidnap us?" "Experiments," says Jake, hardcore. Morris is just like, "Can't hear you, too hungry." And then he goes into the truck and gets devoured by the Age of Steel and screams, "Why didn't I listen to Kayne from Project Runway? Aaaieee!" but it's okay because Jake videotapes the whole thing because that's what activists fuckin' do best.

The Doctor is yankin' and pullin' on the guts of the TARDIS and shouting that "It's alive!" (Pause: That's not a coincidence. "It's working"/"It's alive," I mean. Walk with me, here: What we just said is that the TARDIS -- which is always -- is more alive than the Cybermen -- which are forever -- and the difference between those words is exactly (a) nine letters across, (b) the difference between Queen Victoria and our Lord Alfred, or (c) the width of Hell.) Play: "It's nothing, it's tiny. One of those insignificant little power cells that no one ever bothers about, and it's clinging onto life. But with one little ounce of reality tucked away inside." (Remember when Rose was Queen Vic and the Doctor was the Koh-I-Noor? Mickey's the spark here, this TARDIS spark. Under the floor, a reflection of nothing at all but itself.) "[Alive] enough to get us home?" asks Mickey. Yes. Watch. "Not yet," says the Doctor, and holds it in his hands, settling onto some stairs. "I need to charge it up." Mickey starts yelling about hitching it up to the national grid, but the Doctor is very specific that the energy has to come from our universe. (And lest you get confused, let me assure you now that "our" universe is most definitely our universe, and that things that leave "our" universe are gone for good.) "But we don't have anything!" worries Mickey. And then there's the Doctor, because he does this best -- takes broken things and makes them whole, and makes them better, and makes them shine in the sun, if they're strong enough -- and he does it with his breath. He blows on the power cell, and it glows up brightly, and he smiles more brilliantly yet -- "I just gave away ten years of my life. Worth every second!" -- and smiles in a sweet and adorably nerdlike fashion. (Except infinity times thirteen minus ten is...still infinity, by his standards or those of Bernie Capax, so ...)