Walter?
Don't you want to go and play with the other boys and girls?
They're very nice.
I don't need anyone else.
He never talks to anyone.
He's so alone.
It's not right.
It's not healthy.
I don't want to talk to them. They're silly.
Don't talk to them. They're silly.
Don't need anyone else.
I can help you.
How?
The last of the arrivals has been sampled.
The great swarm is approaching.
As humanity celebrates, so shall it end.
Will the final piece be ready?
It's in hand. I serve you in this, as in everything else.
And do you keep my secrets, those men who helped us tonight?
It won't be a problem.
I promised to feed them.
Oh, beg pardon, Dr. Simeon...
it's been a long day.
I don't see any food here.
I do.
What is this?
I said I'd feed you.
I didn't say who to.
Did you make this snowman? No.
Well, who did?
Cause it wasn't there a second ago. It just appeared, from nowhere.
Maybe it's snow that fell before.
Maybe it remembers how to make snowmen.
What, snow that can remember?
That's silly. What's wrong with silly?
Nothing. Still talking to you, ain't I?
What's your name? Clara.
Nice name...
Clara.
You should definitely keep it.
Goodbye!
Oi!
Where are you going? I thought we was just getting acquainted.
Those were the days.
How refreshing to see you taking an interest again. Was she nice?
I just spoke to her.
And made your usual impact, no doubt.
No, no impact at all.
Those days are over.
You can't help yourself!
It's the same story every time.
And it always begins with the same two words.
She'll never be able to find me again. She doesn't even have the name Doctor.
What two words?
Doctor?
Doctor who?
Good evening, sir.
Pond's frozen over.
Hasn't frozen since the night...
Since the night your children's governess died, a year ago.
Dr. Simeon, sir.
He insisted on waiting.
She drowned in this very pond,
which then froze.
You didn't find her till a month later, when the ice finally melted.
I recall the incident. It is the sort of thing one remembers.
Ice remembers too.
Who are you? What do you want here?
The pond is yours, Captain Latimer.
But what is growing inside it, when it is ready, is ours.
Good evening.
Well, Dr. Simeon, you're out very late tonight.
Almost makes you wonder what you've been up to.
But then, I have often wondered
about the activities of Dr. Simeon and his exceptionally secretive institute.
Well, I am honored this evening.
The veiled detective
and her fatuous accomplice.
At your service.
You realise Dr. Doyle is almost certainly basing
his fantastical tales on your own exploits?
With a few choice alterations, of course.
I doubt the readers of The Strand Magazine would accept
that the great detective...
is in reality...
a woman,
and her suspiciously intimate companion.
I resent your implication of impropriety!
We are married.
More than can be said for you, eh, dear?
Now, then,
this snow is interesting, don't you think?
The ice crystals seem to have a low-level telepathic field,
almost as if it can detect and respond to the thoughts and memories of the people around it.
Memory snow.
Snow that learns.
How fascinating.
I hope it's listening to the right people.
It could be a terrible weapon in the wrong hands, don't you think?
I think winter is coming,
such a winter as this world has never known.
The last winter of humankind.
Do you know why I'm telling you all this? I am intrigued.
Because there's not a single thing you can do to stop it.
Perhaps I can't but I know a man who can.
I look forward to meeting him.
Do you mean the Doctor?
He won't help us.
He never helps any more. You know that.
Yes, my dear, I do,
so pray for a miracle, because I think we are going to need him.
They've taken samples from snowmen all over London.
What do you suppose they're doing in there?
This snow is new.
Possibly alien.
When you find something brand new in the world, something you've never seen before,
what's the next thing you look for?
A grenade?
A profit.
That's Victorian values for you.
I suggest a full-frontal assault with automated laser monkeys,
scalpel mines and acid.
Why?
Couldn't we at least investigate?
It's none of our business.
Sir, permission to express my opposition to your current apathy.
Permission granted.
Let me out! Sir,
I am opposed to your current apathy.
Thank you, Strax. Let me out!
And if ever I'm in the need of advice from a psychotic potato dwarf,
you'll certainly be the first to know.
But if the snow is new and alien,
shouldn't we be making some attempt to destroy it?
Be reasonable! Let me out!
It is not our problem.
Over a thousand years of saving the universe, Strax,
you know the one thing I learned?
The universe doesn't care.
Oi, Doctor! Let me out!
Now, we have a problem of our own to worry about...
Oi! Don't worry.
No-one's going to hurt you.
What is that thing? Silence, boy!
That's Strax. And as you can see, he's easily confused.
Silence, girl. Sorry, lad.
Sontaran. Clone warrior race. Factory produced,
whole legions at a time. Two genders is a bit further than he can count.
Sir, do not discuss my reproductive cycle in front of enemy girls!
It's embarrassing.
Typical middle child of six million.
Who are you? It doesn't matter,
because you're about to forget that you and I ever met.
We'll need the worm. Sir.
You'll need the what? The worm? What worm?
Don't worry, it won't hurt you, but one touch on your bare skin
and you lose the last hour of your memory.
Where is it? Where's what, sir?
I sent you to get the memory worm.
Did you?
When?
Who's he?
What are we doing here?
Look! It's been snowing!
You didn't use the gauntlets, did you? Why would I need the gauntlets?
Do you want me to get the memory worm?
Well, can you see it?
I think I can hear it.
Oi! Don't try to run away. Stay where you are.
Why would I run? I know what's going to happen next, and it's funny.
What's funny? Well, your little pal for a start.
He's an ugly little fella, isn't he?
Maybe. He gave his life for a friend of mine once.
Then how come he's alive?
Another friend of mine brought him back.
I'm not sure all his brains made the return trip!
Neither am I.
I can see it. Ooh! Can you reach it?
Have you got it?
Got what, sir?
Because these are the gauntlets, aren't they?
Sir, emergency! I think I've been run over by a cab!
There you go. One touch and you lose about an hour of your memory.
Let it bite you...
and you could lose decades.
And you're still not trying to run.
I don't understand how the snowman built itself. I'll run once you've explained.
Clara who? Doctor who?
Oh, dangerous question. What's wrong with dangerous?
The snow emits a low-level telepathic field. The snowman!
Seems to reflect people's thoughts and memories.
And because it's unusual,
somehow it carries a previous shape...
No, Doctor!
My snowman! Ah! Interesting.
Well, were you thinking about it?
Yes.
Well, stop.
Clara, stop thinking about the snowmen!
Get down!
Clara, listen to me.
The snow's feeding off your thoughts. I don't understand.
You're caught in their telepathic field. They're mirroring you.
The more you think about the snowmen, the more they appear.
Imagine them melted. Picture it. Picture them melted!
Well, very good.
Very, very good! Ha!
Is that going to happen again?
Well, if it does, you know what to do about it.
Unless I forget.
Don't come looking for me. Forget about me. You understand?
What about the snow?
Shouldn't we be warning people?
Not my problem.
Merry Christmas!
Take her back where we found her. Sir.
Come on...
Hello.
Invisible.
An invisible staircase.
Hello?
Tonight the thaw,
tomorrow the snow will fall again yet stronger.
The drowned woman and the dreaming child will give us form at last.
Tomorrow the snow will fall, and so shall mankind.
She is coming.
Look at that.
Must have thawed in the night.
I'm begging you, Clara.
I'm on my knees. Elsie's back this afternoon.
And I was only helping out.
I've got my own work to get back to. What work?
Why won't you ever tell us?
You'd never believe me.
Alice.
How smart you look today.
The governess should enter by the back door, unless accompanied by the children.
And how are the children? Excited about tomorrow?
Francesca same as ever.
Digby said he missed you every day.
Captain Latimer wants to see you.
Of course.
Every day?
Twice on Saturdays.
That's better.
Captain Latimer.
Ah!
Miss Montague, you're back.
In time for Christmas.
Apologies for my brief absence. Family illness is so unpredictable.
You wanted to see me?
Francesca has been having nightmares.
Young girls often do. Every night this week, she says.
Won't tell me about them.
Perhaps if you asked her in the right way...
There's no-one she'd rather tell.
Children are... not...
really my area of expertise.
They are, however, your children.
You have, if I may say, a remarkable amount of wisdom in these matters for one so...
very pretty, Miss Montague.
Young...
I mean.
I'll see to the children now.
Miss Montague! Miss Montague, you're back!
Ah, ah, ah!
Good morning, Miss Montague. Good morning, Miss Montague.
Good morning, Francesca. Good morning, Digby.
Christmas Eve is the most thrilling day, don't you think?
Now, what have you two been up to while I've been away?
I did seven drawings.
And we saw a dead cow.
Well,
how exciting!
Do your secret voice.
'Ello, mates!
They're not exactly nightmares. Just dreams.
About our old governess, the one who died.
She's haunting Frannie from beyond the grave.
Haven't you spoken to your father about this?
You can't talk about things like that to Daddy.
You could try.
Do you want to see where she died?
She fell in there.
And then it froze.
She was in the ice for days and days.
I hated her.
She was cross all the time.
In Frannie's dream, she's still down there, waiting to come back.
Everything else has thawed, but this pond...
is still frozen.
The snow's feeding off your thoughts.
The more you think about the snowmen, the more they appear.
Frannie, this is important.
You dream about her. What do you dream?
She's cross with me.
She says I've been bad and she's going to come out of the pond to punish me.
When?
She said she'd come back for Christmas.
Tonight.
I think Frannie's gone mad. Don't you?
I think she needs a doctor.
Doctor!
What's she looking at?
She's asking for a doctor.
Doctor!
Now, then, that's enough noise!
We don't want to attract attention, do we?
I'm looking for the Doctor. Do you know about him? The Doctor?
Doctor who?
Do not attempt to escape or you will be obliterated.
May I take your coat?
Sit.
There are two refreshments in your world the color of red wine.
This...
is not red wine.
Madame Vastra will ask you questions.
You will confine yourself to single-word responses.
One word only.
Do you understand?
Why?
Truth is singular. Lies are words, words, words.
You met the Doctor, didn't you? Yes.
And now you've come looking for him again. Why?
Take your time.
One word only.
Curiosity.
About? Snow.
And about him? Yes.
What do you want from him?
Help. Why?
Danger.
Why would he help you?
Kindness.
The Doctor is not kind.
No? No.
The Doctor doesn't help people.
Not anyone, not ever.
He stands above this world
and doesn't interfere in the affairs of its inhabitants.
He is not your salvation nor your protector.
Do you understand what I am saying to you?
Words.
He was different once...
a long time ago.
Kind, yes.
A hero, even,
a saver of worlds.
But he suffered losses which hurt him.
Now he prefers isolation to the possibility of pain's return.
Kindly choose a word to indicate your understanding of this.
Man.
We are the Doctor's friends.
We assist him in his isolation, but that does not mean we approve of it.
So...
a test for you.
Give me a message for the Doctor.
Tell him all about the snow and what fresh danger you believe it presents,
and above all...
explain why he should help you.
But do it in one word.
You are thinking it's impossible such a word exists or that you could even find it.
Let's see if the gods are with you.
Yes?
What? I'm trying to read.
Miss Clara and her concerns about the snow.
I gave her the one-word test.
It's always pointless. What did she say?
Well?
Well?!
Pond.
Strax has already suggested where to start investigating.
Danger.
Danger! What's wrong?
There is danger here, an intelligence,
an intelligence beyond anything else in this time and place.
Dr. Simeon, sir, there's someone demanding to see you.
No callers, not in here, not ever.
Did he leave his name? Sir...
it's Sherlock Holmes!
Oh, yeah! Nice office.
Big globey thing. Now...
shut up, don't tell me. I see from your collar stud
you have an apple tree and a wife with a limp. Am I right?
No. But you have a wife?
No. Bit of a tree? Bit of a wife?
Some apples?
Come on, work with me here.
I enjoy The Strand Magazine as much as the next man,
but I'm perfectly aware that Sherlock Holmes is a fictional character.
Get out! Do you have a goldfish named Colin?
No. Thought not.
Now...
Ooh! I see this is one of your business cards.
It says so on the front.
Who are you, and what are you doing here?
This.
Wakey, wakey!
That is highly valuable equipment.
You must step away now.
We are the Intelligence.
Talking snow. I love new things.
You are not of this world.
Takes one to snow one!
Right, let's see.
Multi-nucleate crystalline organism with the ability to mimic and mirror what it finds.
Looks like snow. Isn't snow.
You must leave here now!
Shut up, I'm making deductions. It's very exciting.
Now, what are you, eh?
A flock of space crystals?
A swarm?
The snowmen are foot soldiers, mindless predators.
But you, you're the clever one. You're Moriarty.
So you turn up on a planet, you generate a telepathic field to learn what you can.
And when you've learnt enough...
what do you do?
You can't conquer the world using snowmen. Snowmen are rubbish in July.
You'll have to be better than that. You'll have to evolve.
Sir? It appears to be stuck!
What have you done? Have you locked the doors?
You need to translate yourself into something more...
Well... human. Kick it down!
But to do that, you need a perfect duplicate of human DNA in ice form.
Where do you find... that? Sir!
Get in here! Quickly!
I've got a master key somewhere, sir.
Now, let's see. Most opened file.
Most viewed page. You know, you really should delete your history.
"Governess frozen in pond."
Gotcha! Got it, sir!
Get in here!
Take him downstairs.
Body frozen in a pond...
where the snow gets a good, long look at a human being, like a full body scan.
Everything they need to evolve.
A pond.
Good point, Clara.
What are you doing here?
Madame Vastra wondered if you were needing any grenades.
Grenades?
She might have said "help".
Help with what?
Well... your investigation.
Investigation? Who says I'm investigating?
Do you think I'm going to start investigating just because some bird smiles at me?
Who do you think I am?
Sherlock Holmes.
Don't be clever, Strax. It doesn't suit you.
Sorry, sir. I'm the clever one,
you're the potato one.
Yes, sir. Now go away.
Yes...
Mr. Holmes.
Oi! Shut up.
You're not clever or funny
and you've got tiny little legs!
Okay, just tell her you're leaving, you're not going up.
I'm leaving, I'm not going up.
What was that all about? Five minutes? Where did that come from? You...!
It's the human male from the institute.
What's he doing here?
I suggest we melt his brain using projectile acid fish and then interrogate him.
Other way round.
Am I going to have the nightmare tonight?
Definitely not.
How do you know? Because...
someone's coming to help.
Who?
You wouldn't believe me if I told you.
Is it one of your stories? Your definitely true ones?
Huh! All my stories are true.
Like how you were born behind the clock face of Big Ben?
Accounting for my acute sense of time.
And you invented fish.
Because I dislike swimming alone.
So, what's this one?
There's a man
called the Doctor.
He lives on a cloud in the sky,
and all he does, all day, every day,
is to stop all the children in the world ever having bad dreams.
I've been having bad dreams.
He's been on holiday.
But I am confident he has now returned to work.
And as a matter of fact, he's right here.
Aren't you, Doctor?
Bloomin' 'ell! The children have been very naughty!
Just get back, now, quickly.
You're doing your other voice.
Yes, love, did you notice?
Naughty, naughty children!
Run!
What do we do?
Frannie...
Frannie, imagine her melting.
What? In your head! Melt her.
I can't!
I'm getting impatient!
You have been very naughty!
What about the man? You said the man was here, the cloud man.
Well, he's not, is he? Where's the Doctor?
I don't know!
Doctor?
Doctor who?
That's the way to do it!
Oi! Ow!
Where did she go?
Will she come back?
No, don't worry. She's currently draining through your carpet.
New setting, antifreeze. And you're very welcome, by the way.
I'm very grateful.
I knew you'd come. No, you didn't, because I don't.
Because this isn't the sort of thing I do any more.
Next time you're in trouble, don't expect me to...
What is it? What's wrong?
Nothing, it's just...
Didn't know I'd put it on.
Old habits...
It's cooler.
Yeah, it is, isn't it?
It is very cool.
Bow ties are cool!
No, the room. The room's getting colder.
She's coming back!
What's she going to do? Is she going to punish me?
She's learnt not to melt.
Of course, she's not really a governess, she's just a beast.
She's going to eat you.
Run.
Children, what is the exp... Who the devil are you?
What are you doing in my house? It's okay.
I am your governess's gentleman friend, and we've just been upstairs...
kissing! Captain Latimer!
In the garden! There's snowmen!
And they're just growing,
out of nowhere, all by themselves.
Look!
Good evening. I'm a lizard woman from the dawn of time.
And this is my wife.
This dwelling is under attack. Remain calm, human scum!
So...
any questions?
You have a...
gentleman friend?
Vastra! What's happening?
The snow is highly localized and on this occasion not naturally occurring.
It's coming out of that cab parked by the gates.
Sir, one pulver grenade would blow these snowmen to smithereens!
They're made of snow, Strax, they're already smithereens.
See, Clara? Our friends again.
Clara? Who is Clara?
Your current governess is in reality a former barmaid called Clara.
That's the way to do it!
Meanwhile, your previous governess is now a living ice sculpture
impersonating Mr. Punch. Jenny, what have you got?
Should hold it.
Sir, this room.
One observational window on the line of attack and one defendable entrance.
Right, everyone in there now. Move it. You, carry her.
Nice to see you off your cloud and engaging again.
I'm not engaging again, I'm under attack.
You missed this, didn't you?
Shut up!
Strax, how long have we got?
They're not going to attack. They made no attempt to conceal their arrival.
An attack force would never abandon surprise so easily.
And they're clearly in a defense formation.
Well done, Straxie, still got it, buddy!
Sir, please do not noogie me during combat prep.
So there's something here they want.
The ice woman. Exactly.
Why's she so important? Because she's a perfect duplication
of human DNA in ice crystal form, the ultimate fusion of snow and humanity.
To live here, the snow needs to evolve, and she's the blueprint.
She's what they need to become.
When the snow melted last night, did the pond?
No.
Living ice that will never melt.
If the snow gets hold of that creature on the stairs, it will learn to make more of them.
It will build an army of ice.
And it will be the last day of humanity on this planet.
Stay here.
Oi, I told you to stay in there.
Oh, I didn't listen. You do that a lot.
It's why you like me. Who said I like you?
I think you just did. You kissed me.
You blushed. And we just...
Shut up.
Release her to us.
You have five minutes.
We need to get her out of here but keep her away from them.
How?
With this.
Do I always have to state the obvious? Those creatures outside, what are they?
No danger to you, as long as I get that thing out of here. You, in there, now.
Doctor, what are you doing? Between you and me,
I can't wait to find out.
Right, if you look after everyone here, then I can... Clara!
Doctor! That was stupid!
You were stupid, too! I'm allowed, I'm good at stupid!
That's the way to do it!
Why does she keep saying that? Mirroring. Random mirroring.
We need to get on the roof. This way!
No, no! I do the hand grabbing. That's my job! That's always me!
Come on, quickly!
Agh! What are you doing?
My bustle is stuck. Your bustle?
You're going to have to take those clothes off.
I didn't mean... I just... I know. I understand, I do.
Good. Now, what's the plan?
Who said I've got a plan? Course you've got a plan.
You took that. Maybe I'm an idiot.
You're not, you're clever. Really clever.
Are you?
If I've got a plan, what is it? You tell me.
Is this a test? Yes.
What will it do to us? Kill us.
So, come on then. Plan. Do I have one?
Oh, I know what your plan is. I knew straightaway.
No, you didn't. Course I did.
Show me! Why should I?
Because we'll be dead in under 30 seconds. Do I have a plan?
If we'd been escaping, we'd be climbing down the building.
If we'd been hiding, we'd be on the other side of the roof.
But no, we're standing...
right here. So?
So...
After you. After you.
After you, I'm wearing a dress. Eyes front, soldier!
My eyes are always front!
Mine aren't.
Stop it. No!
I understand you're the previous governess. I regret to inform you the position is taken.
Good night.
So you can move your cloud, you can control it?
No. No-one can control clouds. That would be silly.
The wind, a little bit.
She's following us! That's the idea.
Keep her away from the snow.
So, barmaid or governess...
which is it? That thing is after us,
and you want a chat?
Well, we can't chat after we've been horribly killed, can we?
How did we get up so high so quick?
Clever staircase. It's taller on the inside.
What am I standing on? What's this made of?
Super-dense water vapor.
Should keep her trapped for the moment.
So you actually live up here? On a cloud, in a box?
I have done for a long time now. Blimey, you really know how to sulk, don't you?
I'm not sulking! You live in a box!
That's no more a box than you are a governess.
Oh, spoken like a man!
You know, you're the same as all the rest.
Sweet little Clara, works at the Rose & Crown, ideas above her station!
Well, for your information, I'm not sweet on the inside, and I'm certainly not...
little.
It's called the Tardis.
It can travel anywhere in time and space.
And it's mine.
But it's...
Look at it, it's... Go on, say it.
Most people do.
It's smaller on the outside.
Okay.
That is a first. Is it magic?
Is it a machine?
It's a ship.
A ship? Best ship in the universe.
Is there a kitchen? Another first.
I don't know why I asked that, it's just...
I like making soufflés.
Soufflés?
Why are you showing me all this?
You followed me. Remember?
I didn't invite you. You're nearly a foot taller than I am.
You could've reached the ladder without this.
You took it for me.
Why?
I never know why.
I only know who.
What's this? Me.
Giving in.
I don't know why I'm crying. I do.
Remember this. Remember this right now, all of it,
because this is the day,
this is the day,
this is the day everything begins!
Clara!
Get off of me!
Water vapor doesn't stop ice. I should've realised!
Get off! Let her go. Let her go now!
Now! Get off of me!
No!
Clara!
What was that?
It's Clara.
Dear God.
Oh, dear God.
Where did she fall from?
We have to get her inside.
Those things will kill you. She's hurt.
She's dead.
What is that? What is happening?
He's bringing her in.
That... green woman said she was dead. How can she be alive now?
This technology has capacities and abilities beyond anything
your puny human mind could possibly understand.
Try not to worry.
Isn't the creature still a danger? It could re-form.
No, not in here.
Then you should be with Miss Clara.
She's going to be fine. I know she is.
She has to be.
Doctor, her injuries are severe.
That equipment will bring back anyone for a while, but long term...
It was my fault. I am responsible for what happened to Clara.
She was in my care.
What is the point of blaming yourself?
None.
Because she's going to live.
Hey.
Hello.
They all think I'm going to die, don't they?
And I know you're going to live.
How?
I never know how.
I just know... who.
The green lady...
she said you were the saver of worlds once.
Are you going to save this one?
If I do...
will you come away with me?
Yes.
Well, then.
Merry Christmas.
I have in my hand a piece of the ice lady...
everything you need to know about how to make ice people.
Is that what you want?
See you at the office.
So, then, Doctor, saving the world again? Might I ask why?
Are you making a bargain with the universe?
You'll save the world to let her live?
Yes! And don't you think, after all this time
and everything I have ever done, that I am owed this one?
I don't think the universe makes bargains.
It was my fault. Well, then...
better save the world.
You promised us something.
Have you brought it?
Big fella here's been very quiet while you've been out,
which is only to be expected, considering who he really is.
You know what this is, big fella?
I do not understand these markings.
A map of the London Underground, 1967.
Key strategic weakness in metropolitan living, if you ask me,
but then, I have never liked a tunnel.
Enough of this.
We are powerful, but on this planet, we are limited.
We need to learn to take human form.
The governess is our most perfect replication of humanity.
What's happening to its voice?
Just stripping away the disguise.
No! Stop! Stop that.
Cease, I command you!
It sounds like a child. Of course it sounds like a child, it is a child.
Simeon as a child. The snow has no voice without him.
Don't listen to him. He's ruining everything!
How long has the Intelligence been talking to you?
I was a little boy. He was my snowman.
He spoke to me.
They're silly.
Snow doesn't talk, does it? It's just a mirror.
I don't want to talk to them. They're silly.
It just reflects back everything we think and feel and fear.
I don't need anyone else.
Don't need anyone else.
You poured your darkest dreams into a snowman. And look!
Look what it became!
I don't understand.
It's a parasite feeding on the loneliness of a child and the sickness of an old man.
Carnivorous snow...
meets Victorian values...
and something terrible is born.
We can go on and do everything we planned.
Oh, yes, and what a plan. A world full of living ice people.
Oh, dear me...
how very Victorian of you.
What's wrong with Victorian values?
Ah-ah-ah. Are you sure?
I have always been sure.
Good.
I'm glad you think so...
since your entire adult life is about to be erased.
No parasite without a host. Without you, it will have no voice.
Without the governess, it will have no form.
What's...
What.. What's happening?
What's happening? What did you do?
You've got nothing left to mirror any more.
Goodbye.
What did you... Did...
Did...
Did you really think it would be so easy?
That's not possible.
How is that possible?
Doctor!
They're growing!
The snowmen are growing!
What do we do?
But you were just Dr. Simeon. You were not real.
He dreamed you.
How can you still exist?
Now the dream outlives the dreamer and can never die.
Once I was the puppet...
now I pull the strings!
I tried so long to take on human form.
By erasing Simeon,
you made space for me.
I fill him now.
More than snow, more than Simeon.
Even this old body...
is strong in my control.
Do you feel it?
Winter is coming!
No, you must fight! Hang on and fight, boy. You can do it!
Captain Latimer...
your children...
they're afraid.
Hold them.
It's not...
really my area.
It is now.
What's happening?
Doctor!
The globe. It's turning to rain.
All of it. The snow. Look.
He's dead.
What happened?
The snow mirrors. That's all it does.
It's mirroring something else now, something so strong it's drowning everything else.
There was a critical mass of snow at the house. If something happened there...
Salty. Saltwater rain.
It's not raining.
It's crying.
The only force on earth that could drown the snow,
a whole family crying on Christmas Eve.
I'm sorry.
There was nothing to be done.
She has moments only.
We saved the world, Clara,
you and me.
We really, really did.
Will you go back...
to your cloud?
No more cloud.
Not now.
Why not?
It rained.
Run.
Run, you clever boy.
And remember.
It's Christmas.
Christmas Day.
And what about the Intelligence? Melted with the snow?
No, I shouldn't think so.
It learned to survive beyond physical form.
Well, we can't be in much danger from a disembodied Intelligence
that thinks it can invade the world with snowmen.
Or that the London Underground is a key strategic weakness.
The Great Intelligence...
Rings a bell.
The Great Intelligence...
Doctor?
I never knew her name, her full name.
Oswin Oswald, junior entertainment manager, Starship Alaska.
Soufflé girl.
Oswin.
It was her.
Run, you clever boy.
And remember.
It was soufflé girl again!
I never saw her face the first time with the Daleks, but her voice,
it was the same voice.
Doctor? The same woman,
twice, and she died both times, the same woman!
Doctor, please, what are you talking about?
Something's going on, something impossible, something...
Right, you two stay here. Stay right here. Don't move an inch.
Are you coming back? Shouldn't think so!
But where are you going?
To find her.
To find Clara.
But Clara's dead.
What's he talking about,
finding her? I don't know!
But perhaps the universe makes bargains after all.
Where are you going?
Short cut. Through there?
I hate this place! Don't you think it's creepy?
No.
I don't believe in ghosts.
Clara!
Oswin!
Oswald!
Watch me run!