Sky The Sarah Jane Adventures

13 Bannerman Road is where Sarah Jane Smith lives

and it's home to things way beyond your imagination.

There's an extraterrestrial supercomputer in the wall,

her son, a genetically engineered boy genius,

a school girl investigator across the road,

and a whole universe of adventure right here on the doorstep.

Ah!

Ready?

Always.

'Is there anything more beautiful than a star-filled sky?

'As a child, I would dream of what might be up there

'but never imagined that one day I would find out.

'The fiery rings of Coulabria,

'interstellar lightning across the Voorheiden Horizon.

'I've seen the death of worlds and the birth of stars.

'So many wonderful sights...

'and things to terrify...

'..even here on Earth.

'Because, although it's easy to forget,

'we're a part of the universe too

'and we really aren't alone.

'Sometimes, the most amazing people and creatures

'can find their way to Earth

'and so can the most terrifying.'

RUMBLING

CLATTERING

BEEPING

'Life here can be an adventure too.'

'But after all my adventures, the last thing I expected was a family.

'And that's been the most amazing adventure of all.'

I've got to go soon. Saturday is band night at the Student Union.

You're going to watch a band?!

We are talking music here? Electric guitars,

drums. Not some physics experiment with elastic, right?

Clyde. Don't be soft.

Soon Luke will have seen more cool new bands than you've ever heard of.

You'll be so after my tunes next time I'm home.

Oh, Luke, I can't wait.

Look, I've got to go now,

so I'll catch you later.

Love you.

-Right. Homework.

-Yeah.

Luke will be back soon. Clothes all over the place.

Empty mugs. Dirty plates. Lots of loud music.

You're right. I should make the most of the peace and quiet. Night-night.

-Night, Sarah Jane.

-See you tomorrow.

DOORBELL RINGS

Hello?

What...?!

Oh...

Why would anyone leave you on a stranger's doorstep?

BABY CRIES

Oh!

TEXT MESSAGE ALERT

All the bulbs in the house?

Even the fridge? I'm telling you, Haresh, that's not normal.

I'll get an electrician to check the wiring on Monday.

I hope we're not on a ley line. I saw this programme on telly.

They run all over the country connecting sites of ancient power

like Stonehenge and the White Horse.

-What, the pub on Bishton Street?

-Very funny, aren't you()

You should give up teaching and become an undertaker.

-Where are you off to in such a hurry?

-Sarah Jane's.

Luke's texted me - he can't get an answer.

Wants me to check up on her.

It's probably nothing. Bye!

Phone's probably on the blink.

It'll be the ley lines.

Here, how many comedy headmasters does it take to change a light bulb?

-Sarah Jane, what's...

-Shh...

..that baby doing in your arms?

Shh! Don't make her cry.

She cried earlier, and every light in the house blew!

-In the street, more like!

-I got what you said in your message,

but what do you want nappies for?

I feel that should explain everything,

but actually I'm even more confused.

I found her on the doorstep.

I was going to call the police,

but I don't think they'll have much luck finding her parents.

Not on this planet.

It's all right. Luke was born a 13-year-old boy.

A teenager I can handle. But a baby? An alien baby? I need help.

Don't look at me.

Or me. Obviously.

Well, your mums must know.

If I start asking Mum questions about how to look after a baby,

well, she's going to totally freak!

Besides, she's an alien. What do any of us know?

-What about Mr Smith?

-Ah, Mr Smith won't come out.

Well, would you, if you might get your circuits fried?

With most babies, all you have to worry about is poo and puke.

Yeah, well, this one doesn't blow bubbles, she blows things up!

I only know one way to shut up a baby.

See? Happy tummy, happy baby. Whatever planet you're from.

I've looked after my little cousin a few times...

-not that she's an alien.

-You're a natural, Clyde.

Yeah. Well, little kids are cute. Aren't you, Sparky?

Do you think so? I always think babies look a bit rubbery.

Her mum and dad will be out of their minds with worry.

-They must be scouring the galaxy.

-Maybe.

Maybe not.

Whoever left her on my doorstep, that was no accident.

I think someone needs me to protect this baby.

Protect her from who?

That's what we have to find out before they come looking for her.

What is that?

Oh, God.

You're flesh. Good.

Who...

-who are you?

-My name is Miss Myers.

And you're going to help me find my child.

I've scanned her. Give the readings to Mr Smith.

Hopefully he can give us a clue who she is and where she came from.

Received and understood.

If Sparky blows her top again,

we don't want her anywhere near Mr Smith.

Right. Time to get clear of Bannerman Road.

Park should be safe enough.

Yep.

Oh, no!

There you are, Rani!

Is there something you've not been telling us, Sarah?

Mum, there is a simple explanation.

You've started fostering, haven't you?

How wonderful! I always thought you made such a perfect mum to Luke.

-Oh, thank you, Gita.

-No wonder Luke couldn't get you on the phone.

Bet she's a proper little handful. Aren't you? Aren't you, my...?

Yes, well, it was all a bit sudden, really.

I practically opened the door and there she was,

-like she'd fallen out of the sky.

-Oh, like that thing last night.

-What's her name?

-Her name?

-What thing last night?

Heard it on the local radio. A meteor landed

-in that wreckers' yard on Peel Road.

-A meteor?

She must have a name, Sarah?

Sky.

Sky?

Yeah, like she'd fallen out of it.

Oh, that's beautiful. Just like you.

CAR ALARMS BLARE

Oh, flippin' heck!

First all the light bulbs

and now the car alarms! I'll catch up with you later.

An alien baby turns up on your doorstep

and a meteor crashes on the same night?

That's, like, a galactic coincidence.

-We should check it out.

-Clyde, give me my watch back.

Mr Smith can analyse the scan later.

We need to check out what's landed in the wreckers' yard.

-What? What are you doing?

-There's no baby seat.

The last thing I need is her blowing the car's electrics.

And make sure Mr Smith stays out of harm's way.

-You'll be fine. You're a natural.

-Look after her, Clyde.

Someone left her here because she's in danger.

-I'm relying on you.

-Yeah, yeah.

Don't worry.

Take a power nap, boys.

I'm looking for a power surge in the area. Last night.

Here.

Exploding light bulbs.

Bannerman Road.

Don't worry, baby.

Mummy's coming to get you.

CLANKING FOOTSTEPS

So you think Sky's in danger?

Why else would anyone leave her on my doorstep?

What's got me confused is, who put her there?

-The Doctor?

-He'd never leave her and take off without a word.

You can't come through. It's dangerous.

It's all right. Miss Smith is quite used to danger.

-Professor Rivers!

-Good to see you again.

Come through, come through.

Thank you.

-So, where's the meteor?

-Good question.

We know a body impacted.

Our seismographs at the Pharos Institute recorded it.

You don't really need a seismograph to see that, Professor.

Well, this was no meteor, and these energy traces don't look like

any life form I've ever seen before.

You mean an alien?

Sarah Jane!

Whatever landed last night, it had big boots.

Not only big...but heavy.

-Very heavy.

-Whatever was here...

there's something else now.

-Something alien?

-No.

Human.

Hello! No, no, no. It's all right.

I only want to talk. After him! He might have seen something!

Oh, wait for me!

I'm in Wellingtons!

I wasn't doing anything wrong.

What have you been living off? Battery Bunnies?

They're for my radio.

Not that it works since that great, ruddy, iron bloke

dropped down last night!

Yeah, well, my name is Sarah Jane Smith.

I'm a journalist. I just want you to tell me what you saw.

The press?

I'm not talking to you.

I've seen what you put in the papers about people

that have seen what I've seen. I do read them, you know.

You can trust Sarah Jane.

And I won't be able to listen to The Archers now.

What if I fix your radio for you,

will you tell me what you saw?

With a lipstick?

I'm homeless, I'm not brainless.

RADIO PLAYS

It works! You fixed it!

How did you do that?

What sort of batteries do you use in that thing?

And the big bad Bane went BANG, and everyone got covered in gunk!

-SKY GURGLES

-No, no!

-Don't! Don't!

-PHONE RINGS

This is Clyde. Speak to me.

Thanks, Sparky! Flat as Jedward.

SKY GURGLES

No, no! Don't cry!

Come on, think, Langer, you're a born entertainer.

Say hello to...Sid the Sleeve.

Hello, Sky.

Hello, Sid. What do you call a man who wears paper trousers?

I don't know, Sid.

Russell!

Yeah? D'you get it?

No. Too advanced, obviously.

No, no, no. Don't cry, don't cry.

Please, I just want you to tell me exactly what you saw.

You saw an iron man. Like a robot?

Did I say he was a robot? No.

I know what a robot looks like - I've seen Star Wars.

This was a bloke.

His skin was all metal...

-And what happened?

-Fell out of the sky.

And then stood up without a scratch on him.

And turned himself invisible.

-Invisible?

-That's right.

And I'm telling you this, he was armed

to his flaming big steel choppers.

If there's any more of them on the way...

we don't stand a chance.

A metal man? Is that even possible?

A bio-metalloid life form.

Why not? It's a big universe.

But now it's here and it's got to be looking for Sky.

Oh, Clyde's not answering.

Whatever it is, we have to find it before it finds Sky.

Ah, it's invisible.

Well, nothing's ever completely invisible.

Ooh, there you are.

What have I missed?

Celeste, do you have equipment on your van

that can track an ultra-high- frequency electromagnetic signal?

OK. No computers out here, no alien tech, no phones.

You're safe.

Oh, you like leaves?

Leaves are good. Leaves are green.

But not salad.

Salad's green but it's also kind of yeuch.

Hello, Mr Chandra.

We're from West London Power.

This wouldn't be about all the bulbs blowing, would it?

There was a power surge in Bannerman Road.

We're visiting every house, looking for the cause.

It needs to be isolated.

Whatever crashed here emitted UHF electromagnetic radiation.

That's what scrambled the radio.

Whatever made those footprints might be able

to make itself invisible,

-but it can't hide that energy trace.

-There's something here.

A regular UHF-ME pulse.

And...it's moving.

Right towards Bannerman Road.

Try Clyde again! Warn him, he has to get Sky away from there!

Who's Sky?

A defenceless child, and there's something after her.

-He's still not answering!

-Come on! Thank you, Celeste.

Oh, my pleasure. Oh, and be careful.

Oh, I'm never careful. Always prepared.

Zap! Zap-zap!

Every light in the house went. I don't suppose West London Power

are going to reimburse me for those.

I'm afraid not.

Mrs Chandra, do you have young children?

No. Just our daughter, Rani.

She's 17. And very clever. She's going to be a journalist.

What do children have to do with your company blowing our lights?

And your going blow a blood vessel, Haresh, if you don't calm down.

Would you like a cuppa, my darlings?

Now, our neighbour over the road...

she's just fostered a baby.

Earl Grey?

And that's a tree. And... Oh!

And this is grass. Cows eat grass.

And they go "moooo" and they make milk.

You like milk, don't you?

They also make steak.

I like steak.

Especially with chips. But they have to come from the chippie

and not from the oven.

Oven chips are the work of bad cooking goblins.

CLUNKING

Did you hear something?

It was more like...

feel something...

Oh...what made those?

CLUNK-CLUNK

Oh, this is not good.

Not good at all.

Not getting any better!

Oh-oh.

Hi.

-Get in if you want the child to live!

-Who are you?

I'm her mother!

Drive!

-Did you hear that?

-Don't worry.

After the lights exploding and all the car alarms going off,

it'll probably be the gas mains blowing up.

Just a regular day on Bannerman Road.

I don't know about you, Sky,

but my mum always told me never to take lifts off strangers.

Clyde? Clyde?

-He's not here.

-Clyde!

Mr Smith! I need you - now!

-Sarah Jane. What can I do for you?

-I need you to find Clyde.

Connect with every CCTV camera in London, every speed camera...

whatever it takes just find him.

There are 521,321 CCTV cameras in operation across London, Sarah Jane.

-It may take some time.

-Just do it!

Maybe he's just taken Sky for a walk?

He is at the Summerwell Nuclear Power Station.

Well, that didn't take long.

I was lucky,

it was only the 10,052nd camera I checked.

Who is that woman?

-My name is Miss Myers.

-That doesn't sound like much of an alien name.

We don't spell it the same way.

-Now give me the child.

-No, no, no. Answers first.

What was that thing back there and why is it after the baby?

And what are we doing here?

Come on.

My child has a destiny - a destiny to change worlds...

-and that some will do anything to destroy.

-Like Tin Man back there?

Mm-hmm, the Metalkind.

The enemies of my species. Of all flesh.

But I don't get it. She's just a baby.

How could you even begin to understand? You might be flesh,

but you are Earth flesh. Just a few evolutionary twists from protozoa.

-Now give me my child!

-I don't think so.

Get him!

Typical. I'm in the middle of a nuclear power station

and I'm carrying Baby Bang Bang!

Find the boy!

Looks like a back door to me.

See why would that woman take Clyde and Sky to a nuclear power station?

I don't know, but you've seen the effect

she has on anything electrical.

Imagine what could happen there.

Come on, we may not have much time!

Oh...

How perfect.

You see, a baby will always find her mother.

-Give her to me.

-No!

-What are you going to do to her?

-Take her home, of course.

She is the saviour of my kind. She will be the stuff of legend.

-Now give her to me!

-Clyde, Clyde, run!

Oh, boy!

The flesh-whelp must be destroyed!

-No!

-Get back!

I won't let you hurt this child!

She is no child. She is a weapon.

And she is unprimed. She isn't ready for this.

You have doomed us all!

-What's going on?

-Sky's energy,

it's flooding out of her!

Yes... the weapon is priming itself!

Your presence has activated it.

The Doom of the Metalkind is come!

Sky?

What just happened?

I think Sky just grew up.

With no birthdays? That's just rubbish!

I am too late.

Face your destruction, Metalkind!

The child is your doom!

What's happening to me?!

Destroy him!

Argh!

Again, my child!

No!

What am I?

Oh, Sky, don't be frightened.

You are the hammer

to crush Metalkind!

You are the weapon and salvation of our species. Destroy your enemy!

No, Sky. You don't have to destroy anything.

You don't have any enemies!

Just be calm. Trust me. It's all right.

Sarah Jane?

Everything's going to be all right. I promise.

Stop your meddling!

Come with me. Return home and fulfil your purpose.

-I don't think she wants to go with you.

-I am the child's mother!

Introducing Miss Myers. She spells it the alien way.

My name is Sarah Jane Smith, and I don't think you're a fit parent.

She is a weapon! Grown in a laboratory

to destroy the enemies of my species. I grew her!

-What does she mean?

-Don't listen to her, Sky.

We can't help how we come into this universe.

But we have a say in what we become.

This is an innocent child, not a weapon.

I will protect her from the Metalkind and from you!

Run!

Shall I stop them?

I have a better idea.

I have to get you as far away from that woman as I can.

Is she really my mother?

All I know is somebody brought you to me to protect you.

That's what I'll do.

Have you come to finish the job, Fleshkind?

Perhaps your weapon isn't as powerful as you thought.

The weapon will do its job.

And you're going to help me.

Wire him up!

This is where you live, I remember.

You remember when you were a baby?

It was only about half an hour ago.

Why do you call a man who wears paper trousers Russell?

-I beg your pardon, hmm?

-It was a joke.

It was meant to be funny, to make her laugh.

-Boy, does this feel familiar.

-You were telling her jokes?

-It was to stop her crying.

-You know what she does when she laughs.

I like Sid the Sleeve.

You had to be there. It's like...

Everything's so green.

Well, this is England. It rains most of the time.

Do you remember being brought here and by who?

-You are the first thing I remember.

-Oh, I see.

-Well, now you're grown up, can you control your powers?

-I think so.

You've got to promise that you will, cos I need you to meet a friend.

Welcome to the Bat Cave.

There's a cave on top of the house?

It's not a cave. It's an attic.

Clyde was joking again. He does that.

-Sort of.

-Mr Smith, I need you.

-What's going on?

-It's all right. Sky won't hurt you.

Wow!

Is the child under control?

-It's all right. I promise.

-What are you?

I am a Xylok. A crystalline life form

with highly sensitive cybernetic interfaces.

-Please remain distant.

-Can we still be friends?

If my circuits remain intact.

Sky has undergone a metamorphosis.

I need you to ensure she's unharmed. Don't worry. It won't hurt.

Scanning.

-It tickles!

-Please, try not to laugh.

Don't fuss. Analyse the scan.

Biologically, Sky appears to be a healthy twelve-year-old child.

-Twelve? Is that a good age?

-Well, until the spots start.

Rani, take Sky. Look through Luke's things.

-See if you can find her something to wear.

-Sure. Come on, Sky.

Mr Smith, how did she transform into a teenager?

Sky's DNA was programmed for this level of maturity

-to maximize her effectiveness.

-As a weapon?

-As a bomb.

Full activation would not only destroy

Miss Myers' enemies across the universe,

but also kill Sky.

Is Sarah Jane Luke's mother?

Yeah. She adopted him.

Luke was...made by aliens that wanted to take over Earth.

I like Earth. It's beautiful, noisy, smelly.

-RANI LAUGHS

-Yeah! It's all that.

This must be so weird for you.

Like seeing the world for the first time.

-Everyone else, they just sort of grow up with it.

-It's exciting!

Try these.

-They're not exactly fashion but you'll be all right.

-What's fashion?

Clothes. Like wearing nice clothes, made for a girl.

What's a girl?

RANI SIGHS

And Clyde thought he had it tough with Luke. OK.

Let's log on to Ranipedia!

Why create a child that's a bomb? What sort of sick species is Myers?!

A binary planetary system exists at the eye of the Tornado Nebula.

One has carbon-based life forms like those on Earth.

The other evolved as boron-based life.

And for those of us watching the netball team during chemistry?

Boron is a metalloid element.

On one planet, people evolved like us - blood, bones, flesh.

-On the other - metal. Amazing!

-This Fleshkind planet.

-That's where Sky's from?

-Yes.

Metalkind and Fleshkind have been at war for centuries.

I believe Sky was created as a doomsday weapon.

To destroy Metalkind.

I've never known anything as hideous as using a child as a bomb!

What's a bomb?

-Oh, Sky.

-Miss Myers said I was a weapon.

That's bad, isn't it?

-Am I bad?

-No. No way. Miss Myers, she's the bad one. Not you.

What am I, then?

The thing inside you.

Miss Myers created you like that to kill her enemies, Metalkind.

Kill? What's kill?

You take away life. It dies.

It no longer exists. And that's wrong. It's always wrong!

But if that's what I was made to do, that makes me bad.

No, because it's not your fault.

Mr Smith, there must be a way to reverse what's been done to Sky.

No. At a molecular level, Sky is a weapon programmed to destruct

on contact with energies of massed Metalkind.

I'm sorry, this cannot be undone.

OK, if she's a bomb,

can't we just defuse her?

Oh, Clyde! That's...brilliant!

Turn off the genetic trigger. Stop her detonating.

Is that possible? Genetically she'd be a weapon but disarmed.

-Only Sky's creator can do that.

-Then let's go ask her!

Sky, it's not going to be as easy as that.

Going back to the power station's dangerous.

What's dangerous?

-You could die.

-Mr Smith said I could die, anyway.

I don't want to be a bomb. Sarah Jane, will you help me?

-I can't help thinking this is a bad idea.

-I know.

I don't want that woman anywhere near Sky,

but she's the only one that can deprogramme her DNA.

She has to come with us!

Before that, a small point -

Myers may have put the techies into a trance but the guard looks lively.

I'm not risking the gates again.

Old reporter's superstition - never break in the same way twice.

I can do this.

ELECTRICITY CRACKLES

ALARM

ZAP!

Now, I need you to stay here with Clyde and Rani.

-What for?

-Yeah, ditto!

I need to make sure that Sky is safe until I'm ready.

-Oh, great, so we get baby-sitting duty?

-Who are you calling a baby?

We're doing this by my rules.

Until I convince Miss Myers of another way to end this war -

a peaceful way - you're in danger.

-I need you to stay with Clyde and Rani. Do you promise me?

-I suppose.

Right.

Oh!

Good! Now...take me to your leader.

She might need our help.

She told us to stay here.

Do you always do what Sarah Jane tells you to?

This is a nuclear power station, which makes going in with you

like doing a Houses of Parliament tour with Guy Fawkes.

What are you talking about?

He means it's not safe. Anyway, you promised.

-I don't really understand promises.

-Hey, wait!

That kid'll get us into trouble!

SINISTER MUSIC

Miss Smith.

Welcome back. Complete your work.

-I trust you're taking good care of my child?

-Yes.

-You won't be getting your hands on her again!

-Don't judge me.

Do you think I like what this war has forced me to do? To become?

-I'm asking you, deactivate what you've done to Sky.

-Deactivate?

She is our saviour.

Her touch carries the power and the fury of an exploding sun.

Once fully unleashed it will destroy every Metalkind in existence.

Sky'll be destroyed with them!

-A sacrifice for the preservation of Fleshkind.

-That's not a sacrifice.

That's slaughter!

Listen to me, please. There are other ways to end a war.

You just have to want peace more than death.

You know nothing.

For centuries the Metalkind have savaged my people.

They swore to destroy all flesh.

What chance does flesh have against jaws and blades of iron and steel?

But perhaps you will learn!

What is this?

The child damaged the Metalkind just enough for me to make use of it.

As a homing device.

A homing device? For what?

It's being wired into the nuclear core. At the flick of a switch

it will summon Metalkind and they will swarm here in hordes.

You're bringing your war to Earth?!

Once your Fleshkind experience Metalkind savagery,

you will realise that the child will save us all!

Caleb, make the final connection.

Metalkind, stop this! Earth has done nothing to hurt your people!

Fleshkind tore the ore from our planet's womb to make dumb slaves.

They stole our children.

We have sworn vengeance on all Fleshkind -

-on any world!

-I've scrambled its brain.

He thinks he's calling all Metalkind to a glorious battle against Flesh.

Not to its destruction.

You're wasting your time.

-I will never give you Sky!

-It doesn't matter.

The child is primed to activate

on exposure to the massed energy of the Metalkind.

When they come, they will be destroyed. She cannot stop it.

And neither can you!

ELECTRONIC PULSING

Come to me, Metalkindred!

Join me and rid flesh!

-What is it?

-The Metalkind. I can feel them. They're coming!

PULSING CONTINUES

Bringing the Metalkind to Earth - you're worse than them!

-You're bringing war to an innocent planet!

-This is survival.

But there's still time before I open the portal.

Bring me the child and I will take her home to face our enemy.

Your planet will never know the butchery of the Metalkind!

What would you put first, Miss Smith?

One child or your entire world?

Wait and see!

Whatever you choose, Sarah Jane Smith,

Sky will fulfil her destiny!

Sky! I thought I told you to keep her away!

She says the Metalkind are coming.

-I've got to stop them!

-No! Wars are ended by talking, not killing.

But Earth won't stand a chance!

You've been kind to me and tried to keep me safe.

But I was created for this.

Sky, listen to me. This is wrong. Killing is always wrong.

If you confront the Metalkind you will die.

If I don't, you will. Maybe this is why I was brought here.

-To save Earth.

-No, Sky!

-Sky!

-This way!

-No. I'll go after Sky.

Shut down the reactor to stop the Metalkind coming through!

Shut down a nuclear reactor, how are we suppose to do that?

We find a way! Any way!

ELECTRONIC PULSING

CLYDE PANTS

OK, OK, control room, control room...?

Control room, come on!

-Sky! Stop it! You mustn't!

-Stay back, Sarah Jane!

You are too late, Sarah Jane Smith.

ELECTRIC CRACKLING

The portal has opened. The Metalkind come, to their death!

I have to save you, Sarah Jane. I have to save Earth.

LOUD BLEEPING

-Clyde.

-What's all this about?

-It's like a big arcade game.

-This is what controls the nuclear fuel rods.

It's James Bond - pull out the rods, close the reactor, save the world.

-More like James Bond meets Mario.

-Ace, cos I'm brill at Mario.

If we don't do this right, Clyde,

we don't just go back to the last level.

BLEEPING CONTINUES

-But it's not coming out!

-It's not working!

Sky, don't let them use you!

It's what I am, Sarah Jane.

You're not a weapon. Not if you don't want to be!

You are a child. A beautiful, innocent child.

Remember what I told you, it's wrong to kill!

What are we doing wrong? What?

-We must remove them in order. Two at a time.

-What order?

-It's a spectrum - Richard of York gave battle in vain.

-What?

Red, orange, yellow, green, blue, indigo, violet!

Well, come on! We haven't got much time!

PULSING AND CRACKLING

It's too late. They're coming...they're here!

The end is nigh!

Almost!

No, Sky!

Last one!

PULSING AND CRACKLING BUILDS

SKY SCREAMS

What did you do to the TV?!

That does it. Tomorrow we get this house rewired!

'Emergency lighting activated.'

What have you done?!

-We did it! We shut down the core!

-What happened?!

All that energy had to go somewhere. Sky was like a lightning rod!

-She absorbed it all.

-Is she going to be all right?

Wow!

Are you all right?

I feel. I feel...different.

You are different.

I can feel it, too.

That energy backlash, it's destroyed your genetic programming.

You mean, I'm not a weapon?

Not even a peashooter.

I have lost my daughter.

You saved me! And...I'm not a bomb any more!

Thank you!

I saved some energy just for you, Fleshkind!

MISS MYERS SCREAMS

Uh-oh!

I'm too tired to think of clever answers for awkward questions.

Come on. Let's go home.

So, all that light-bulb popping and stuff, that's all finished?

-I think so.

-Mr Smith will be relieved!

And, thank you.

I can always rely on you two to throw the switch when it matters.

Sarah!

-Mum!

-I was telling Haresh

all about you fostering beautiful baby Sky. Hello!

That's me. Hello!

-I thought you said she was a baby?

-She was.

I grew up.

Well, that's what babies do. But not just in one day. Obviously!

-Obviously!

-That would be, well... you know, alien.

Yes, there was a mix-up.

Social services brought me the wrong child. Would you believe it?

They brought me a baby called Sky when it should've been a teenager!

With the same name. Sky. Sky Smith.

-Sky Smith? Amazing.

-Yes, she is.

Really amazing. Now, if you'll excuse us.

SKY GIGGLES

Did you just see that?

Yeah, I reckon Sparky hasn't totally lost her spark.

I just want Mr Smith to make sure there are no ill-effects

from that energy blast.

-PARROT SQUAWKS

-What?

Really, Miss Smith, how can you possibly see through this?

How did you get in here?

I'm afraid the Captain considers that privileged information.

-Oh, yes, I forgot. You're the one in charge, aren't you?

-The bird?

Things are seldom quite what they seem, young lady.

And my, haven't you grown?

What, it was...you? You brought Sky here!

And might I say, what a perfect name for such a perfect child, young Sky.

I'd still like to know who you are. Both of you.

Consider us servants of the universe.

Which means what, exactly?

Sometimes, things can't be left to chance.

Sometimes, a breeze must blow from east to west, not north to south.

Sometimes, a sky should be blue,

not laden with cloud.

And sometimes, a child must find her way home.

Which is my task, Miss Smith. To put things...in the right place.

And of all the homes in all the universe,

I could find none safer for this child than yours.

-But who are you?

-All in good time.

Have you come for me?

Well, that depends on you.

Can I stay here with you?

That's what I want.

Oh, Sky, it's only been a day

and I feel like I've known you since you were a baby!

Yes, this is your home for as long as you want it to be.

Well, that's that then.

-Jolly good. Until the next time.

-Oh, no, wait!

-Who was he, then?

-I haven't the faintest idea.

but I dare say we'll find out... all in good time.

Oh, you must be starving!

How does pizza sound?

What's pizza?

-SHE LAUGHS

-Come on.

'But the most wonderful thing about the universe

'is that there's always something more amazing to come.'

-Isn't it pretty?

-Creepy, more like.

Ow!

Do you know anything about curses?

-Get out, now!

-What's going on? I don't get it.

-Get out!

-You get away from me!

-Leave my daughter!

-We're mates.

-I hate you!

This is not happening.

That's what I'm going to do to you!

Keep your distance from him!

Police, I want to make a complaint.

I don't ever want to hear his name again.

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