"We''ll just go, we'll take us with her. Who knows what the storm'll do, finding my genetic code with her. But immortal or not, Jack, I'm not leaving you here."

There were no guarantees with the storm. No guarantees with anything when it came to them.

There was a blip on the screen, and the Doctor nodded. "Looks like all of the crew here just took drills into the sand. Probably keep them safe for a while, who knows how long it'll be with that thing out there."

He squinted at the screen. "Bea didn't go down to the TARDIS. She went back up to engineering."