Don’t let us lose you too, Yaz had thought, holding her friend’s hand as tightly as she could. Don’t ever let us lose you.

"You have done as I ordered."

"Obviously," the Doctor said with an affable grin. "Are you not my lord Attila? Do I not tremble at your every command? Do I not lay it on thick enough, O great master?"

Yaz looked at the Doctor. "Is there any chance he'll get better?"

"Better at being dead? Take it from one who knows, if you don't come back from that one at the double, you never do."