Practical Handbook of Bee Culture, with Some Observations upontheSegregation of the Queen.

ZOE: 

We don't know where the next attack will come from. 

Medusa was bad enough!

JAMIE: 

Ah, Medusa. Yes, I read about that on this machine here. 

Wee words keep coming out of it all the time. 

DOCTOR: 

Oh, yes? 

JAMIE: 

Look. 

DOCTOR: 

Let's have a look. 

JAMIE: 

There. Look. 

DOCTOR: (reads.) 

Cancel. Doctor test report failure. 

Oh, I think I'm beginning to understand. 

JAMIE: 

Well, I wish I was. 

DOCTOR: 

Well, when someone writes about an incident after it's happened, that is history. 

JAMIE: 

Yes. 

DOCTOR: 

But when the writing comes first, that's fiction. *

If we'd have fallen into the Master's trap, we would have become fiction. 

* aka "Magick", or "prayer"

"But you have retired, Holmes. We heard of you as living the life of a hermit among your bees and your books in a small farm upon the South Downs."

"Exactly, Watson. Here is the fruit of my leisured ease, the magnum opus of my latter years!" He picked up the volume from the table and read out the whole title, Practical Handbook of Bee Culture, with Some Observations upon the Segregation of the Queen. "Alone I did it. Behold the fruit of pensive nights and laborious days when I watched the little working gangs as once I watched the criminal world of London."

" 'I remember Sherlock Holmes expressing similar sentiments.' 

'Yeah?' Ace was interested. 'Did you meet him? Oh, right, he wasn't real, was he?' 

'Just because somebody isn't real, it doesn't mean you can't meet them,' murmured the Doctor with a sly smile." 

" '...for their escape. Enemy had finally been defeated, '

'The Enemy had been finally defeated.... by the Doctor.'

No, no, I can't say that! 

If I say that. I nearly fell for it, didn't I? 

Another two seconds and I should have turned myself into fiction!