The Doctor keeps it up with the pictograms. For as long as it took the original people to develop an agrarian society and Devil-imprisoning technology and a Slayer. "You're imprisoned, long time ago, before the universe, after, sideways, in-between, doesn't matter. The positioning is perfect. It's absolutely...it's eternal. Oh, yes! Open the prison, the gravity field collapses! This planet falls into the black hole! You escape, you die. Brilliant! But that's just the body. The body is trapped, that's all. The Devil is just an idea. In all those civilizations...just an idea." Stop it, stop it, stop it. Not only are you squeezing the butterfly toward an end of sciencing the fiction that didn't need it, but you've got David Tennant -- a twitchy little sex bomb on his calmest day -- emoting and screaming and talk-thinking at a green screen and...I mean, MONKEY! CRACK! But at the same time? Devil's WAY gorgeous-looking, Ten always was, and yet: yelling. At nothing. About shit we already knew. For an eternity. First time through, I fucking hated the whole two-parter for this sequence alone. "But an idea is hard to kill. An idea could escape. The mind -- the mind of the great Beast -- the mind can escape! Oh, but that's it! You didn't give me air, your jailers did! They set this up! All those years ago! They need me alive. Because if you're escaping, then I've gotta stop you." It's like he read the S1 recaps. He picks up a rock. The Devil yells and yells. "If I destroy your prison, your body is destroyed. Your mind with it." The Doctor swings the rock, and then stops so that he can fucking talk some more. "...But then, you're clever enough to use this whole system against me. If I destroy this planet, I destroy the gravity field. The rocket. The rocket loses protection and falls into the black hole. I'll have to sacrifice Rose." The Doctor looks sick, the Devil laughs. JUMP. You were always going to have to do this. If you don't do it this week, you'll do it next week, or next season, or next Doctor. Fucking grow a pair and jump. She's not worth anything if she's not handing it on her end. She's only worth something if she's worth losing; that's what love is. How did you forget that? Stop clutching, you fool. Old lonely boy. The enemy's gate is down. JUMP.