“You have to stop this!” the Doctor had started to shout.
Ricky put his hand to his head and lay down on the bunk behind him.
“You’re the last people on Earth and you’re killing each other!”

“In the back,” Jeremiah’s eyes were wide. He was really getting into the swing of it. “Cowardice!”

“Come on, guys, think!” the Doctor was looking at every single person in the room, using his usual techniques, but no one was looking back.

“I say we kill him as well,” Katya hissed, recovered from her sobbing state.

“No no no no, you have to stop killing each other.” The Doctor ran in front of Katya, restraining her.

Ricky groaned quietly as K’Tea sat beside him, wiping the blood from her head.

The Doctor approached Jeremiah, pulling his gaze from the quivering millionaire.
“Why don’t we pray again?”
“Pray for what? Some of these people don’t deserve the light of God.”
“Oh, no, not you.”

K’Tea felt the body next to her freeze and bent over it. “He’s dead,” she whispered; only Ken heard.

Eight left on Planet Earth.