Doc & Co want to breathe new life into space workers rights, but the puffed-up airheads running the head office may disagree
The future has cranked capitalism up to eleven in this twelve-heavy story that has Capaldi putting on airs at Bristol University whilst gasping for another inspiring adventure in space. You can’t keep a good Doctor down, though, and when a serendipitous distress signal reaches the TARDIS across the airwaves they answer the call to adventure.
Constant breath of fresh air, Nardole, huffs after them as well, and soon has every right to air his grievances as the space station they materialise in is full of zombie astronauts breathing down their necks without an air to spare. With no heir apparent, and contending with the situation’s fluid dynamics, our heroes need to think up a wheeze fast while they’re waiting to exhale.
Doc ain’t just full of hot air when he says he’ll – air-quotes – breathe new life into the workers’ rights, but the puffed-up airheads running the head office may disagree. In business, in space, and certainly in space business, the suit makes the man, though, and as Air on a G string plays gently in the background, Team TARDIS must unionise before they can breathe a sigh of relief.