The Doctor stood in the middle of a desert that shouldn’t exist. One moment, he was on a double-decker bus in London; the next, he was staring at a sky the color of a bruised plum and sand that felt like powdered glass.
"Then we close it," Christina said, pulling a set of high-tech tools from her pocket. "I was planning on stealing the Cup of Aethelstan today. Closing a dimensional rift seems like a fair trade." [S0E13] Planet of the Dead
He looked at her, the golden London sun setting behind him. "Not today," he said, though his hand trembled slightly. "But soon." The Doctor stood in the middle of a
The bus hit the rift like a diver hitting water. There was a moment of blinding white light, a jolt that threw everyone to the floor, and then—the smell of rain and diesel. "I was planning on stealing the Cup of Aethelstan today
They raced back to the bus. While the Doctor reconfigured the engine using his sonic screwdriver and Christina’s stolen trinkets, the passengers stepped up. Nathan used his knowledge of structural engineering to help brace the chassis, and Angela kept everyone calm, distributing what little water they had.
given by Carmen about the Doctor's future.
"It's the planet San Helios," the Doctor replied, tasting the air. "Or what’s left of it. High-grade silica, zero moisture, and a sun that’s trying to cook us like Sunday roasts. We need to get everyone back inside that bus."