MONDO EXTRAS

The doctor relaxes; he's manic, still high on God, but also doing his Doctor thing, keeping the Unkindness off-balance. "See, there's the thing. I'm the Doctor, but beyond that, I just don't know. I literally do not know who I am. It's all untested." He starts to walk around, addressing everyone -- remembering Ben and Polly, perhaps. "Am I funny? Am I sarcastic?" He winks at Rose, cheekily. "Sexy?" She smiles, and she does not hide it. "Right old misery? Life and soul? Right-handed? Left-handed? A gambler? A fighter? A coward? A traitor? A liar? A nervous wreck? I mean, judging by the evidence, I've certainly got a gob..." Heh. He notices the button. "...And how'm I gonna react when I see this?" He points up at the button, smiling insanely. "A great big threatening button." He runs up the stairs, laughing. "A Great Big Threatening Button Which Must Not Be Pressed Under Any Circumstances. Am I right?" Caliban follows him up the stairs. "Let me guess, it's some sort of control matrix? Hmm? Hold on, what's feeding it?" He bends down and opens a small door beneath the button; there's blood on a cushion. "And what've we got here? Blood?" He tastes it. "Yeah, definitely. Blood. Human blood. A+. With just a dash of iron." He wiggles his tongue around, still in love with his new teeth, and wipes his finger on the bathrobe. "Ahh, but that means blood control -- blood control! Oh! I haven't seen blood control for years!" He's delighted. "You're controlling all the A-positives!" Caliban begins to get worried. "Which leaves us with a great big stinking problem, because...I really don't know who I am. I don't know when to stop. So if I see a Great Big Threatening Button Which Should Never Ever Be Pressed, then I just wanna do...this." He whacks the button hard; Rose and Harriet scream.

And down on Earth, everybody lives. The sleepers awaken, step back, look around. They stare up at the ship.

"You killed them!" screams Alex, his words once more his own. "What do you think, big fella? Are they dead?" Caliban stutters: "We...allow them to live." The Doctor laughs at him. "You've no choice! I mean, that's all blood control is. Cheap bit of voodoo. Scares the pants off you, but that's as far as it goes. It's like hypnosis, you can hypnotize someone to walk like a chicken or sing like Elvis, but you can't hypnotize them to death. Survival instinct's too strong." Caliban, "Sycorax Rock" Caliban, gets defensive. "Blood control was just one form of conquest. I can summon the Armada and take this world by force." He's just a kid. They're just kids with too much firepower and not a hugely strong work ethic. What lies behind their power is lies; blood control is nothing. The pilot fish that accompany them seem more powerful. The Doctor: "Yeah, you could do that. Of course you could. But why? Look at these people." He gestures to the humans, speaking passionately: "These human beings. Consider their potential. From the day they arrive on the planet and blinking step into the sun. There is more to see than can ever be seen. More to do than -- No, hold on...Sorry, that's The Lion King. But the point still stands." And the point is this: "O, wonder! How many goodly creatures are there here! How beauteous mankind is! O brave new world, that has such people in't!" (O wonder, that. Not "maiden" but "wonder"; all that divinity forgotten.) "Leave them alone!" Caliban's like, "Or what?" And the Doctor grabs a sword off another Sycorax, drops to the floor below the stairs and, holding the sword high before the TARDIS: "I challenge you." The Unkindness laughs. One might say unkindly.