‘One at a time, I think,’ said the Doctor, pausing to squeeze Yaz’s hand. ‘Don’t worry.’

‘I’m not worried,’ said Yaz. There was something about the Doctor’s presence that made even the most drastic situation bearable.

The hatch in the cell door banged shut, and the click of the Perfects' footsteps receded along the corridor.

'Seventeen minutes,' announced the Doctor. 'Between landing and being arrested. A new record.’ She grinned.