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Mike Yates: Sorry, Doctor. I’m 18 supposed to have permission from the Brig before I leave the country, let alone before I leave the planet. I’d love to come along, but I think I’ll have –

Jo Grant: Oh, go on. Mike. Didn’t you say you wanted to see the wonders of the universe?

Mike Yates: (hesitantly) Are you sure this is quite safe, Doctor? There won’t be any complications? I need to report for duty at six o’clock tomorrow morning, you know.

Third Doctor: Complications? My dear chip, I’ve no idea what you mean! Don’t worry, I’ve checked the coordinates three times. Nothing can possibly go wrong.

MA: Speed of Flight