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.