Guppy is relieved to find they've left him his kit bag, and the bangle on his wrist and the locket around his neck. He digs in, brings out a water bottle and passes it to Will, then sips from his own.

"I feel like I did the morning after rum." he says, shivering but hanging in there. "But I'm in control."

I saw a future, hopefully my future, and Fry was in his teens. We're going to get through this, we've got to.

"I've got some string, if we tie it to the door handle we can pull it open from a bit further away."