[The Doctor is in the library, and so are two cats. One is a fluffy black cat (this would be Mortimer, obviously), and the other is a newly hatched (that's right, hatched) white kitten. They are both making themselves comfy on books, and Nine is stretched out on a sofa, talking to them]

Wonder who's responsible for dragging bits of New York into my TARDIS? Not that I mind -- Times Square and the Metropolitan Opera are both fantastic. I've just got lots of other places merged in there already, and I dunno how I'm gonna keep it all straight. Good thing the whole lot can't travel with me, or they'd all be wandering off and getting into trouble at once. They never learn.

What have we here? This place is of no magick I have felt, nor any realm spoken of by the old religion. And yet here it is. [a laugh] And I am free from Uther’s tyranny and chains. Perhaps I did not need the young warlock after all.

[there is a long pause as Kilgarrah breathes in the air of the machine, doing his best to feel this place as he can feel his homeland, before he addresses the stars again]

Whatever warlock or witch has brought me here, show yourself. Who has freed me from my prison? Your deed should not go unrewarded. [flares his wings, taking another step, then another, before raising himself into the air] I ask only one thing. Is it possible to be returned to Camelot? I have unfinished business there. You would not deny the last dragon his revenge, would you?

[Shion is sitting on the floor of the Plane, chin on his hand as he watches a tiger cub batting around the pieces of the egg it's just hatched from]

Are you suppose to be this energetic this soon?

[As if in answer to that, the cub pauses for a moment eyes fixed on Shion then it pounces on his free arm, growling playful.] You are very fortunate I am wearing my Cloth, or that would not be amusing.