Rose is still comforting Gwyneth some time later, but our little medium is not so happy: "But my angels, miss. They came, didn't they? They need me?" The Doctor, still leaning: "They do need you, Gwyneth. You're their only chance of survival." Rose starts some shit with him about how Gwyneth's not really up to this at the moment, and the Doctor just sighs about how small-minded it is not to allow the desecration of corpses when there are War casualties on the line. Sneed asks for a review -- excellent question, Sneed -- and the Doctor complies: "Aliens." Sneed's not getting it, of course, and thinks the Doctor means they're from, like, Brecon. The Doctor: "Close. They've been trying to get through from Brecon to Cardiff, but the road's blocked. Only a few can get through, and even then they're weak. They can only test-drive the bodies for so long; then they have to revert to gas and hide in the pipes." The Doctor's cheekbones in the soft gaslight could cut diamond. Rose starts a bunch of shit with the Doctor about it, and tries to frame it in terms of protecting Gwyneth. "But she can help," he tells her. "Living on the Rift, she's become part of it. She can open it up, make a bridge and let them through." Dickens recaps at halftime: "Incredible. Ghosts that are not ghosts, but beings from another world who can only exist in our world by inhabiting cadavers." The Doctor seems to think it's a great idea, but Rose is icked out.
The Doctor and Rose get madder and madder, as he compares the concept first to recycling, and then to Rose's own organ-donor card, but she's just grossed out by all of it too much to talk about it. "It is different," the Doctor finally snaps. "It's a different morality. Get used to it or go home." Ouch. Rose drops her gaze. "You heard what they said," he continues, softer. "Time's short. I can't worry about a few corpses when the last of the Gelth could be dying." Back to Gwyneth: Rose says, "I don't care, they're not using her." And Gwyneth finally speaks up: "Don't I get a say, miss?" Rose kindly and condescendingly tells her that she doesn't get it, but Gwyneth finally calls her on her whole man-of-the-people bullshit: "You would say that, miss, because that's very clear inside your head. That you think I'm stupid." Rose says -- not that it's not true -- that it's not fair. Which I really like, as a script point. Not saying she's wrong, because it's a psychic deal and that would obviously be lying, but just that Gwyneth is winning the argument. "It's true, though," says Gwyneth. "Things might be very different where you're from. But here and now, I know my own mind. And the angels need me." "Angels"? Maybe Rose is right. What is up? Did she just not get the alien talk at all? I guess that would make sense. I don't know where I got the idea that Gwyneth was bright, she's not done a thing to prove it, but every time she gives in like this, I'm surprised. She asks what she has to do, and the Doctor reiterates that she doesn't have to do anything, but she clarifies: "They've been singing to me since I was a child, sent by my mum on a holy mission." Gwyneth is fucking creepy, dude. The Doctor smiles and says that they have to find the Rift, telling Dickens and Sneed, "This house is on a weak spot, so there must be a spot that's weaker than any other." Sneed says that the "weak spot" is likely to be the morgue. Rose, more faintly than usual, but still kind of pissed, says, "No chance you were gonna say 'gazebo,' was there?" Oh, a haunted gazebo. That would be cool. "Nooooo crumpets until the croquet is fiiiiiiinished!"