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- Tenth Doctor: A Century-class research vessel. The Castor, if the faint mayday signals it’s giving off are to be believed. Not built for speed, as you
can see – once it reached its destination it would hang around in orbit like a space station. Jack-of-all-trades sort of vessel.
- Martha Jones: What happened to it?
- Tenth Doctor: Dunno. No life signs, but no signs of collision or other damage either. I can’t tell at the moment how long it’s been here. Days, years, decades. There’s an atmosphere, though, and gravity – now that’s odd in itself. And there’s a few other little things as well. . .
- Martha: Enough to pique your interest?
- Tenth Doctor: Oh yes! My interest is well and truly piqued. It’s reached a critical level of piqued- ness. If it were any more piqued, I’d . . . I think I’d run out of pique and need a little lie-down!