Oh, it ties in, funnily enough. Cass disappears, and everyone close to 'er's got a piece of 'em pulled loose. I 'ope she comes back.

[She turns and watches the stars again for a moment, distant, unsmiling.]

Narvin's gone, and Rassilon's gone quiet on me; too quiet. If 'e's gearing up for one of 'is meltdowns it's down to me to sort it on me own. Wade's probably not stopping 'ere a lot longer and all. I could probably talk 'im into coming back, so I need to talk meself out of that too.

It makes me tired.