"No, Jack, that's not happening," the Doctor said, not even realizing Jack was speaking to him in his mind. It was so clear, it could've been whispered in his ear.

"Right, Bea, get everyone off of this ship. Jack, you and Bea take the TARDIS. I'll set this ship to autopilot, we'll send it right into the storm," he instructed.

"You're not blowing my ship up!" Bea snapped. "Do you have any idea how much work---"

"Five months," the Doctor said. "Now, don't be stupid. Just go."

"There's a problem with that," one of the men in front of them said. "The autopilot doesn't work. We couldn't configure it."