Character: Graham

We need to get out of here.
- We've still got the gadgets.
- We just saw killed the head of MI6.
- Yes, the same lightning that shot from the Navigator.
Where's the picture? I need to punch in the coordinates. Understood.
So, not from place, wrong time, twice a day.
- That makes us targets. And why do you keep looking at the picture.
- Shorthand. There is another picture hidden in the pixels of the photo. An easy way to carry information, each encryption is unique.
- Picture in picture?
Exactly. Fortunately I can read the pixels. Went to the courses. Became a hermit.
- Doctor, something is trying to break through!
- Didn't think someone could get into the TARDIS.
- I didn't.
But you got rid of him?
- Yes, but what was it? What? Any testimony? Usually a screwdriver can all read. Okay, never mind.

You can find anything, not what you're looking for. Therefore, a gold chain, it is better not to look, then she might find herself.

My body became my prison, and blindness - my jailer! How these hands can create music when I'm a prisoner of my loneliness?!

- What good is that sleeping?
- When sleeping, and dreaming.