Ten looks up at the time rotor. “Oooohhhhh this is bad. This is really… really… bad.”
Nine turns round to look at Ten. ”Oh you think?” he asks sarcastically.
Five stops pressing buttons and looks up at Ten, placing his hat down on the console. “This is your fault again isn’t it?”
“Oh but no! No, no, no, no, no, no,” Eleven interrupts, pointing at Eight. “It’s his. He ran from the Time War!”
Eight looks away from his other selves. He presses a button on the console and the engines begin grinding. ”Actually, I was simply waiting for all you. I need your help.”“Why? What is it? What’s wrong?” asks Nine.
“Our past. Our present. Our future. Us. Time.”
{Intro to 50th Anniversary Special}