KATARINA: The Priestess Cressida told me all would be well and I knew it was to come.

DOCTOR: What was to come, my dear?

KATARINA: That I was to die.

DOCTOR: My dear child, you’re not dead. That’s nonsense.

KATARINA: This is not Troy. This is not even the world. This is the journey through the beyond.

DOCTOR: Well, as you wish.

KATARINA: Thank you.

DOCTOR: Yes, yes, yes, as you wish, my child. Now, I want you to keep an eye on that young man. Will you?

KATARINA: Yes, great god.

DOCTOR: His name is Steven. And remember, Katarina, you must call me Doctor.

KATARINA: Oh, as you wish, Doc–

DOCTOR: I am not a Doc. I am not a god. Oh, my dear Vicki, I hope you’ll be all right. I shall miss you child.