"Yes, so we should start seeing Beatles trivia and drink mixes soon," the Doctor said, clinging to Jack's light tone as he threw the clamp into the next door.

This would be easy to pass through. Too easy. The Doctor counted the number of doors left.

So many dead, they stopped counting bodies before they hit the center of the blast. The Doctor and Jack could've easily been atomized, and Jack wouldn't have time to pull himself back together before the Marquis arrived.

"Hurry."