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TIME OUT

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It almost seems incredible to me that this is the third issue of The Gallifrey Gazette, Time certainly does fly! We've got lots of goodies for you again.

Is the Doctor's mind rejecting his body? Read 'Head Games' to find out, As generally happens when he tries to taKe a hoI iday, things don't go quite as planned for the Doctor and Leela in 'Amidst the Merry Men,' In 'Return of the Nada,' Captain Koloth meets the Doctor again -- but the Doctor has regenerated and picKed up some new companions since their last encounter, Life becomes a bit complicated for the Doctor and Sarah Jane when they're ~aKen for gods in 'TARDIS of the Gods,' In 'Totem,' the Doctor and Nyssa give two young lovers a priceless gift. Finally, find out what's happened to Chicago in Part Three of 'Trouble With Teenagers,' titled, appropriately, 'Chicago,' I sincerely hope none of you bought this issue for the report on my vacation in London, (You may have noticed its absence from the table of contents.) All I can say is, it was marvelous and I'm already saving up for a return trip! One place I visited was the Doctor Who Shop, It does offer mail order service -- to get a price list, send a self-addressed envelope and f1.00 for postage tal The Doctor Who Shop, A3 Landside, Metropolitan Wharf, Wapping Wall, London EI 9FF, England. (I promised the owner I'd try to get her some mail order business from the U.S.) If you ever get the chance to go to London do it!

Next issue will be one you won't want to miss, It will be my last issue as senior editor. Why have I decided that it's time for The Gall ifrey Gazette and I to part company? You'll have to buy Issue four to find out!

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HEAD GAMES John F. Curran, Jr. 'Forget it, Doctor! I'm leaving!' Amanda's shrill American voice rang through the corridors of the TARDIS like a cloister bell. She stormed out of the control room and into her bedroom.

The Doctor had turned away from her much earlier. It was no use arguing with her. She was like so many of the companions before her. It didn't matter how wrong they were, they were always right! Amanda should have been different, though. Being a student of Professor Chrontis, the retired Time Lord living on Earth Inc9gnito, she knew most of the ways of the Time Lords, but unlike Romana, she was still a little naive enough not to question the Doctor when he made a statement. After agreeing to take her on a tour of the universe, he found out that she was probably the worst complainer he had ever traveled with. Even Tegan took a back seat to this girl. She constantly contradicted him no matter what was Involved in the situation. This outburst had started over the way he treated the TARDIS like a living thing.

'You constantly refer to the thing as 'she', but I don't think you have any proof that it is even an 'It'. If I were yOU, I would scrap it or completely re-do the whole thing!'

On any other day, her saying something about the TARDIS would not have bothered him, but this time he was suffering from a tremendous headache that had been with him for several hours. This time he struck out at her.

'You don't like the way I fly! You don't like the way I dress in cricket clothing! You don't 1 ike the way I treat my TARDIS! You don't seem to 1 ike anything I do, Amanda!

I suggest that you keep your I ikes and disl ikes to yourself or get your own TARDIS and do things the way you like them!' His short blond hair thrashed from side to side in a frenzy.

In some ways the Doctor and Amanda looked a lot alike. They were both tall, slim adventurers; both with blond hair and an expressive complexion.

They were both also very stubborn. As soon as he finished, he turned away from her and she stormed out. Even though he felt somewhat justified by his actions, he knew he had done the wrong thing. He turned around to go to her room and apologize, but he found her standing in the doorway with a load of personal belongings in her arms. Without a word he turned back around and acted as though he was extremely caught up in the controls even though they were doing well on their own.

'I would be grateful if you would drop me off at the nearest habitable planet. I will be out of your hair after that.' She was calm now. Actually, she was still extremely angry, but it was more dignified to be calm in situations like this. She really just needed to be away from the Doctor for a while and work out her feel ings. Although she never dared to say anything about it, she rather admired the Doctor. He was very intelligent and humorous and he was probably cooler than anyone she knew when the pressure was on. It was just that she was very rebel 1 ious in her soul. No matter what the Doctor did, she had to make some kind of comment and her comments were usually for the worse.

Soon the time rotor stopped its up and down movement and the Doctor turned to her. 'This is Cander. They have a very good spaceport, so you will probably have no problem getting back to Earth if you want to go back. I don't want you to leave angry, Amanda. We should just think of this as a parting of the ways since we have helped each other the best we could. Now we have to move on and help others.' The Doctor had a tear in his eye, but he tried

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She saw it, but she did not let on that she had. She simply walked by him and gave him a gentle pat on the back. He opened the door. :'ui !tarted out and then turned as if to say something, but she was speechless.

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suddenly saw the Doctor wince in pain and fall to the floor, pressing his palms against his temples.

'Close the door!' he screamed.

She instantly ran to the controls and the doors closed. The Doctor quicKly jumped up, seemingly unaffected, and set the controls again. The time rotor began moving and the TARDIS was traveling again.

'I thought you were going to let me go!' She shouted and stamped her fee t.

'I need you here! Please, yell at me! Criticize me! Complain about my sprig of celery or my TARDIS. Just Keep me occupied!' he pleaded, not even looKing at her. He was still adjusting the controls.

Amanda continued to complain liKe he had asKed. That was what she was going to do anyway. 'First you tell me to leave, then you maKe me shut the door! You tell me to be quiet, then you want me to complain!

I just can't understand

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you!-

The Doctor was frantic. He raced around the console liKe it was on fire, doing and re-doing everything.

'I am trying to Keep myself busy,' he said.

'I thinK my mind is rejecting me! Either that or something out of the ordinary is going on inside my head. Either way, I am going to have to get to the root of this! I just may need your help in doing it. Hold on, this could be a bumpy bit coming up.'

The TARDIS suddenly shooK and shuttered madly and tossed them 1 iKe two ice cubes in a blender. Then it suddenly came to a violent stop.

'What did we travel through?' Amanda questioned as she got up from the floor.

The Doctor went bacK to his worK with the controls.

'We passed through a barrier I never tried before.' He opened the door on a grey and strange-looKing scene.

'Where are we?' She started for the door but quicKly returned.

'About here.' The Doctor answered by pointing to an area just above his right eyebrow.

'We are in a selected portion of my mind. I have decreased the size of the TARDIS to be able to land and not harm me. I have also put a reasonable field of power around the TARDIS so that while we walK around out there, we won't suddenly grow bacK to our normal sizes.'

'What do you want me to do?'

'I will need you to be my guide. This is a part of my mind that no one has ever seen before and I don't Know how I will react to it. It is a mixture of my imagination and my logical mind. I am afraid that I wi 11 see all of what is going on in my imagination, and I will need you to help me not to be hindered.'

They both started on their journey without another word. They raced through the passages of his mind, looKing for anything that didn't seem quite right.

'Everything looKs fine, Doctor,' Amanda said as they ran.

'No, we are getting nearer to it. The pain came from a place where there was a lot of activity in my imagination.'

Suddenly a DaleK appeared in front of them. They both moved around it and went on their way . •You

have

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'ThanK you. We're getting closer!'

In the distance, they saw scores of other villains grouping I

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a mass

of pink

tissue.

The Master

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in a a

Cyberman, an Axos, a Silurian, a Sontaran and several others. The Doctor was extremely worried.

Imagination was not real, but what would happen if you believed in what you saw.

'Remember, Doctor, this is just your imagination,' Amanda calmed him.

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'All we have to do is just get by them and everything will be great.'

'Let's just go slowly.' .

They tip-toed along the membrane of his brain. The crowd of evil creatures moved around liKe they did not notice the two travelers coming.

Amanda motioned for the Doctor to stay when they were close. As a test, she walKed up to the Cyberman and tried to get a reaction out of it. Suddenly it turned and cupped her necK with its metal hands and began pressing while she screamed, 'Doctor, this is your imagination, so stop it!' she shouted as best she could from the strain on her crushed throat.

The Doctor raced to her side and tried to pry the hands off of her, but he did not have the strength.

'Amanda, put the Cyberman out of your mind.

It's my imagination, It has no effect on you unless you let it. It isn' t rea 1 !.

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They both closed their eyes and concentrated.

The Doctor tried to control the image of the Cyberman. Amanda thought about hot air balloons and her good times with the Professor bacK on Earth, anything besides what was going on, Soon the pain was gone from her necK and she opened her eyes, The images were gone! She smiled and saw the Doctor standing in front of her with his eyes clamped shut. He was fighting his biggest enemy: himself, 'Everything is gone, Rip Van WinKle,' she said, tapping him on the forehead.

He opened his eyes, but he could still see the Cyberman and all of the other villains.

He returned her smile and they headed toward the mass of tissue that was giving him problems.

He thought it best not to mention what he saw. They both touched the dew-drop shaped area and tried to find the problem.

'I don't Know what you are trying to pull, Doctor, but this membrane is per he t!'

'That can't be,' he said, still looKing for any blemishes.

'The pain has slacKed off, but I am sure that this is where the problem is. It could only be a pinched nerve or my mind could be rejecting my body. The mind is the most critical part of a Time Lord's anatomy and I could be in trouble if it goes haywire,' He looKed it over two more times and admitted defeat.

'I can't understand it, The nerves all around it are a little tight, that could be the reason why I've been having a headache, but why did I have that terrible pain five minutes ago?' He KicKed the dew drop out of frustration.

'How stupid! That is going to hurt,' He held his head and waited for the pain, but nothing happened.

'Wait a minute, Doctor! I have an idea of what happened.'

Amanda grabbed his hand and they raced bacK to the TARDIS. 'LooK at the controls,' she said. 'You were so worried about Keeping yourself occupied, yOU set the controls wrong. You ended up here five minutes before you had the pain, Your KicKing your head was what caused your pain.

So much for the great mind of a Time Lord rejecting its body. The combination of your tense nerves with your paranoia is what probably caused you to have this headache for so long.'

'With the addition of your complaints, That was the real headache,' he joKed. 'I am sorry. That is just the way I am, Sometimes my complaining is my biggest fault. You will just have to live with that.' They both laughed and almost all of the anger was finally gone • -Does

this mean

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She smiled and he Knew that the answer was yes. He picKed up her bags and carried them bacK to her room.

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comments on them, I'll accept some of yours. Agreed?"

"Agreed!" she proclaimed as she pulled the lever to shut the door. "So what are we going to do now, Doctor?"

He went bacK to his controls and began setting them. "I was thinKing "I Know about a about a holiday," he said as the time rotor began moving. fantastic luxury space1 iner that is leaving in about 20,000 years. If we leave now, I thinK we can just maKe it."

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AMI DST THE MERRY MEN Carla Hemmingson "Where are we this time?" Leela asked the Doctor, as she casually sharpened her blade and stared thoughtfully out the TARDIS viewscreen.

They had materialized in a deep forest.

The Doctor, a tall man with curly brown hair and a comfortable outfit topped by a splendid if slightly comically long scarf, scowled at the controls.

He had promised Leela a trip to a lovely spot he knew in England.

He hadn't intended to find it in the twelfth century, however.

"It's a wonderful forest," Leela said happily, quite unaware of the intended date and very satisfied with this one. The Doctor eyed her for a moment, and then smiled. Why not? If she was content with this, he could be as well.

In a very tall tree which usually sported such things as birds and occasional squirrels, a rather different occupant was at that very moment eyeing the blue box below him in total consternation.

This was quite understandable, as such things as police boxes were quite unknown and wouldn't be known for another seven hundred odd years.

The person -- for it was indeed a human being -- was wearing a green outfit which blended with the leaves very nicely. He had a head full of brown locks and on his back was a fine longbow. He made a soft bird sound and the tree nearest him responded as two more human heads carefully peered out of the foliage and then vanished.

The Doctor and Leela stepped out into the woods and immediately drank in the smell of wild flowers and a nearby stream. The Doctor smiled happily. A bird sounded above them.

"Doctor!"

Leela's alarmed voice mad. him jump.

"What is it?" he asked a bit crossly.

"That was not a bird," she said.

The Doctor blinked.

"It wasn't? Well, what was it?"

Leela frowned.

"A person trying to sound like one," she said solemnly.

The Doctor looked around anxiously and then up, just in time to see the net which nicely trapped them I ike two hares in a snare.

"Now see here .•• " the Doctor began, fall ing silent as one man aimed a frightfully large stick at him and in no uncertain terms indicated for him to keep s ilen t.

Leela squirmed and tri.d to reach her blade. The Doctor shook his head.

There were far too many, and they would scarcely be able to fight, trussed up as they were like two sizeable fowl.

A very large man sporting a massive staff in on. muscular hand stepped over to the prisoners.

He frowned at the Doctor's clothes, then glanced at his companions, who were coming out of the forest in rather appalling numbers.

All wore the same forest green cloth and carried longbows which made Leela scowl. She longed for one chane. to pay them back for the undignified capture. .

"What vile creatures are these, I should wonder?" the giant asked, staring in curiosity at the Doctor. He ran a hand over the long colorful scarf and examined the coat. "Faith, what manner of cloth be this? Will, hast thou ever seen the 1 ike before this day?" he asked a tall blond man.

The Doctor stared at the newcomer, slowly taking in the scarlet cloth. A sudden smile wandered across his face. He was beginning to doubt their circumstance was a dangerous one.

"Nay, John, but the pockets be deep ones. Perhaps our mast.r can make some use of them. Now the maiden .•• do you think she be a wi tch? What maid would wear such a jerkin?" the man called Will asked, staring a bi t fearfully at L.ela. She did not help her situation much by snarl ing at him.

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Tho giant scowlod.

'I cart not what thou may bo, girl, but I'll not harm thoo. Hush and do not strugglo.' And with that ho motionod to Will, who pickod Loola up. Tho Doctor was slung ouor tho giant man's shouldors 1 i ko so much ham and tho group sot off into tho forost.

If one choso to ignoro tho pos ition one was in, tho Doc tor though t, tho journoy was actually vory ploasant. Tho groon canopy ovorhoad was most dolightful and tho smoll of tho forost, dovoid of any pollutants, was wolcomo aswoll.

In a vory short timo thoy woro abruptly in a largo cloaring vory doop in tho forost. Tho scont of roasting moat and tho sound of many a choorful voico roassurod tho Doctor.

Tho man carrying tho Doctor callod ou! in a loud voico, 'What ho, whoro is our mastor?

Run, Allan, toll him wo bring guosts tho liko of which havo novor como to sup with us boforo.'

Tho youth ho indicatod, who carriod a musical instrumont which tho. Doctor rocognizod as a luto, ran off to bring a fair hairod man with wiso brown oyos and a smilo broad as tho horizon. Ho stoppod, howovor, to staro at thom.

'Fair bo tho day, and what havo you brought, John? I thought fowl or wino for a jolly moal, porhaps ovon a boar or a stag. But whon did wo bogin to sup on strangors' bonos, I should wondor?'

Th. giant gavo a roar of laughtor and dumpod tho Doctor upon tho grass, whllo tho othor man gontly sot Loola on hor foot. 'I suspoct thoso two bo witchos, Rob. Thoy appoarod In tho mlddlo of tho forost, in a bluo box. I'vo novor soon tho 1 iko,' ho said.

Tho goldon hairod man, Robin, starod In silonco at tho Doctor, thon at Loola, who gavo him a bit of a start. 'Horo now, what's this? Suroly a woman should not b. 50 attirod. Will, 500 if w.'vo somo frock to clotho hor proporly. Witchos? Nay, Littlo John, I don't think so. If thoy could appoar in blu. boxos, as woll thoy might, witchos would not havo lot you capturo thom so. But strangors indood ••• how odd thoir garmonts aro. Look you at his coat!'

Tho Doctor lookod wryly on as tho man ho said, 'Robin Hood, isn't it? I havo 50 groat archors, only Toll was your rival.'

Tho startlod man starod at him. 'And askod, bowildorod.

Tho man Will backod up

oxaminod his coat. Thon, smiling, wantod to moot you. Of all tho how did you know my namo?' ho whilo Littlo John lookod on

nervously.

'Your famo is woll known far and wido. I'm a travollor, and my companion Loola wantod to hoI iday in a forost. I daro say Shorwood is as fair as thoy como, shouldn't you?' ho askod, smi ling gontly.

Robin archod an oyobrow, ploasod at tho compl imonts to both himsolf and tho forost homo ho so lovod. 'Who is this Toll?' ho askod, curious.

Tho Doctor grinnod.

'Oh, a follow in Switzorland.

Usod a crossbow, liko ono Loola has. Tho longbow cortainly has somo difforoncos, though.'

'Robin, this jolly follow may knowost thou, but by my board his pockots aro many and doop,' said Littlo John, studying tho coat in anticipation.

Robin smilod charmingly.

'All who dino with my mon and mo do show thoir pockots.

If wo liko not tho color of your coin you oat for naught; 0150 wo lighton thy load. Como, follow, lot us 500 what you may havo. Tho maidon wo will lot bo.'

Tho Doctor placod sonic scrowdrivor, moasuring tapo, a fishing hook, jolly babios and a handkorchiof on tho tablo, all of which tho man appraisod but nono of which woro confiscatod.

How much longor thoy would havo boon at it nono could say, for at tho momont a fiorco roar camo from tho gonoral diroction of whoro tho "Doctor had last soon tho minstrol Allan a Dalo loading Lool a.

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'No, I will not! Take this gown and go. If you touch me again, you die,' Leela spat, and Allan did not doubt it at all.

Robin slowly walked forward, staring at her in sheer amazement.

'Faith, and what manner of being art thou?'

'Robin Hood, Leela is a warrior in her own right,' the Doctor said, frowning at her. 'Do try to be polite, Leela. They did not mean any insult, ]'m sure.'

A shrill whistle split the air, and in a moment the relaxed, jovial scene transformed as men instantly began swarming up trees and drawing arrows.

Robin grabbed the Doctor's arm in dismay. 'Come, stranger, else the Sheriff will give thee a taste of his vile treatment. Many are the men who have but one eye or are lamed for his merriment.'

He said it with such a depth of bitterness that Leela was abruptly very touched.

'I will fight this Sheriff with you,' she offered.

Robin stared, and then smiled. There was no mockery in the smile. 'I must own thou art a brave soul. But it would be poor sport should you fall into their hands, and you my guests.'

In a moment they found themselves being hustled into a cave near the river, whil. the men kept silent watch on the party of armed and mounted men who boasted armor as well as bows.

'The Sheriff bleeds the good townspeople dry, and many a man has lost all he had to this creature,' Allan whispered.

The Sheriff seemed about to ride on without seeing or engaging any of them, but there was one thing no one had counted on. Part of a very long woolen scarf was laying not quite within the cave.

'What have we here?' said the Sheriff, his narrow eyes spotting the wool.

The Doctor made a desperate attempt to gather the scarf, but it was too late. The Sheriff had seen him.

'Go, get out. You can help me better if you catch him unaware,' the Doctor whispered, sending the merry band and a most reluctant Leela further into the cave and out another passage.

'You there, stand forth or we loose our arrows at thee,' said the Sheriff, smiling viciously. He paused, however, at the sight of the stranger.

'What manner of man art thou?' he said in awe, his eyes slowly wandering over the long coat, the vest, scarf and boots. He glanced warily at his fellow riders, most of whom had begun to spread out looking for the outlaws.

'I say this varlet is no ordinary man but a warlock. We do well to slay him now and be on our way,' said one of the men. 'Bind him and we will fetch a rope,' he added.

The Sheriff nodded, and in a moment the Doctor was tied and held by the hair. He decided wisely not to protest too much.

'Charming company you keep, sir,' he said to the Sheriff, who crossed himself • 'Keep silent or we will burn the words out of thy mouth,' he snapped.

The Doctor froze at the barbaric threat.

The Sheriff was not too frightened to be on his own with this prisoner, tied as he was and knowing full well that in a matter of minutes his men would join him to rid the forest of this evil thing. He had not reckoned on aid arriving for the man in the form of a fair woman.

'Ah, Sheriff, you have caught the rogue,' said a voice. The Doctor blinked and turned to stare at Leela, attired in a lovely long gown. She smiled at the surprised Sheriff. 'He had me tied, he did, and then he did take me from a band of men who held me prisoner. He would use me for his leisure,' she added. And then, with a delicate move of her hand, she dropped the gown to stand in her own leather garb. She pressed her blade to the utterly confounded Sheriff's throat.

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"Wtll playtd!" critd Robin, darting from his hiding plactt. "Doctor, you'd btst bt off. My mtn will lighttn tht Shtriff's purst btfort his mtn rtturn. By my btard, you'd bt a jolly sight if tvtr you comt to sup with mt again," ht addtd, shaking tht Doctor's hand onct ht was frtt.

"I will considtr it," tht Doctor said with a chttrful wavt. Ht hartd down tht hill with Lttla, through tht brush and grtat trtts to tht littlt blut box which was situattd ptrftctly so as to disapptar just as tht Shtriff's mtn camt riding from tht cavt.

"How did you lost your mounts?" tht Shtriff splutttrtd upon htaring tht story from his rtd-factd companions.

"I was btwitchtd by a dtvil in ltathtr and you claim a blut box so frighttntd your mounts thty unstattd yoU likt so many womtn. You art an tmbarrassmtnt to the Princt!"

"So many womtn?" murmurtd a watching Littlt John. "I would Wt had mort like that one and tht Doctor. Ha, but the Sheriff will rue this day!"

In the TARDIS, tht Doctor was inclined to agrtt heartily.

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TRIVIA I) Where was the TARDIS crew at the beginning of 'The Five Doctors?'

2) Why does the fifth Doctor wear a stick of celery on his lapel?

3) In what story did one of the Doctor's companions wear one of Victoria Waterfield's dresses (not counting Victoria)?

4) What two stories have taken place (or had a part in) Antarctica?

5) Wh.t happened to the TARDIS between 'Masque of Mandragora' Weng-Chiang?'

and 'Talons of

6) When communicating with the TARDIS in 'Invasion of Time,' what did K9 tell the TARDIS? Answers next issue!

(Questions courtsey of Mike Lucart.)

Answers to questions from last issue

1) Hillview Road, South Croydon.

2) July 6.

3) Susan stayed on Earth in 2164 to marry David Campbell after defeating Dalek invasion of Earth.

4) K9 And Company.

It featured K9 and Sarah Jane Smith.

5) Th. Brigadier, Sarah Jane Smith, Tegan Jovanka.

6) Orange.

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RETURN OF THE NAOA Carla Hemmingson In the depths of space there are places where the currents of time and distance are rudely interrupted by such things as comets, super novas, black holes and the like; where time bends and space distorts into warps and closed spaces into which the luckless wanderer might be trapped like a fly in a Venus Fly Trap. It was just such a feak occurrence that plunged one Klingon battle cruiser, the Oevisor, into a nightmarish journey, her distress beacon echoing within the closed warp and bouncing off of it as well. And perhaps no one was as surprised as her captain when that beacon was responded to.

Captain Koloth had rather recently suffered a most embarrassing episode in his life whereby he had been forced to issue not one, but two distress signals in as many days. The first he could well afford, it being a medical emergency.

But the second ••• well. What was that, one might ask? Oh, only that his own men, attempting to capture an alien visitor, had crippled their own ship. Not that he reported it as such, mind yOU, and those who did know the truth would never break their silence, knowing full well whose heads would fall first.

Now a very unfortunate Kl ingon ensign was standing most uncomfortably near the captain as he reported that once again the distress call had called a little blue box wheezily into existence, this time in their landing bay. The ensign wondered darkly if perhaps he had some latent suicidal tendencies which had prompted him to report rather than to abandon ship.

'NO! Not on my ship, not again!' Koloth hissed, looking very much like he was having a bad time with his stomach. The last encounter with the Doctor had left him with a bad.taste in his mouth ••• literally.

(Editor's note: see The GallifreY Gazette II.) The ensign winced as Koloth's color began to darken visibly. Fuming, the captain punched his intercom.

'This is Koloth. Engineer Kurr, Security Officer Krell and First Officer Korax will accompany me to the landing bay. The Ooctor is on board. Again."

And three officers suddenly wished devoutly that they had never been born.

Captain Koloth tried to squelch the delightfully tempting visions he was having of roasting the Doctor over a low flame and put on his best look of diplomacy. That he hated the man was of little use now. For, trapped in a space warp, he knew he might have to rely on the Doctor once again for aid.

And the Nada would not be so foolish as to think his position as such would prevent the Klingons from attempting to wrest that TARDIS from him.

Nyssa watched the Doctor in growing anxiety. Ever since they had been rather violently caught up in the warp he'd been working at a furious pace to stabilize the TARDIS. When at last they'd recuperated, they had found themselves inside the vessel from which Turlough had tracked the distress beacon. But far from taking that fact in his usual calm way, the Doctor had rather abruptly looked as grim as she'd seen him and he was being more than a little reluctant to say why.

'Doctor, where are we?" demanded Tegan, who had far less patience.

'We're on a Klingon battle cruiser ••. one I've been on before," he added.

Nyssaa frowned. Usually if the Doctor had any knowledge about such unexpected places they often ended up in he seemed far less agitated.

Turlough scowled. He didn't trust the TARDIS, fascinating as she might be.

It was rather like being kidnapped every time the Doctor engaged the power.

'I know the Captain -- and I dare say he won't be pleased to see me,' the Doctor said wryly.

Tegan frowned. The answer seemed simple enough. 'Can't we just leave, then?" she asked hopefully.

She saw the answer in his eyes. "Rabbits," she muttered. p • 15

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'We're trapped, too, Tegan. P.rhaps together we can get out of here,' suggested Nyssa softly.

The Doctor smiled at her. From the viewscreen they saw four Klingon officers heading toward them.

'Doctor, come on out. You have our word of conduct, Nada,' Koloth called.

The Doctor could not hear the summons, but he Knew what the captain was saying anyway. 'Shall we?' he suggested to his reluctant companions.

Koloth tried with some difficulty to prepare himself for the appearance of the annoying clown and his savage sideKicK. The appearance of a youthful stranger froze him In his place. For the shocK, Koloth did react with adnlirable speed.

'Cover them!' he spat, as a flood of sweet JOY raced through him. It was another Time Lord and another TAROIS. This time no one would prevent them from getting the TAROIS and the Federation had better respect them and fast -providing, of course, that they got out of the space trap. His thoughts raced on as he watched his men seize the man and his three very young companions.

'Let me go!' Nyssa yelled, KicKing Kurr's shins. Turlough struggled with -Krell and Tegan froze under the vicious, appreciative eyes of Korax. The Doctor stood calmly beneath the leveled phaser Koloth held and smiled.

'Ah, Captain Koloth, good to see you, old chap. Still as charming as ever, I see. How are your men? Leela was most concerned about them.'

In spite of himself, Koloth wilted liKe a piece of c.lery. There was no denying that disgustingly familiar personality, new face or not. His officers recognized it, too, and were so utterly demoralized that they released their prisoners with no command. Acting, after all, had never been any Klingon's forte • Afhr a long, painful moment, Koloth said wearily, 'Doctor. It is you?The Doctor smiled with sincere sympathy and nodded. 'These are my new companions, Nyssa, Turlough and Tegan. I've merely regenerated,' he added.

And then, curious, he asKed, 'How long ago was I on board?'

Koloth tried not to show his disgust.

'It has been four months,' he mutter.d, trying to appreciah how so much could change in so 1 ittle time.

Ah, time, that was it. The Doctor was immune to it.

The Doctor anxiously eyed his compan~ns, relieved to find everyone unharmed. Engine.r Kurr mutter.d an oath and tried to hide his utter disgust at seeing the Doctor.

'Dear me, I must rem.mber to ignore your distress signals next time.

Seem to get me in a great deal of trouble,' he said, smiling.

'As long as you are here, perhaps you might have some idea as to how we might extricate ourselves?' asKed Koloth unhappily.

One looK out the Devisor's viewscreen had convinced him they were sorely in need of help.

The Doctor smiled che.rfully, glancing at his companions.

'LucKy for us all I have two companions with aanirable sKills to add to my own contributions.

I'm sure we can come up with something if we put to, yes?' He ignored Korax's shudder at the idea of worKing with the young humans (or so he thought them to be, anyway).

'And if we do not? We just drift forever?' demanded Korax.

'I dar. say you could do with a bit more patience.

Do try to cultivate some, would YOU, while I taKe a looK round?' said the Doctor as Korax turned a nasty color and stalKed off.

'If the Nada will come this way?' asked Kurr resignedly.

Turlough stared after the Klingon, realizing, as did the two women, that the Doctor's charade was their Key to safety. But for Turlough it meant something quite different.

His hand stole toward one of his pockets, then crept away.

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concentrated on it, the crystal summoned up one very nasty being indeed, one which Turlough had made a terrible bargain with to gain his freedom from the boarding school he'd recently been stranded in. His task was to destroy the Doctor. He loathed the idea almost as much as he had loathed the boarding school. But, he pondered, if he was to tell one power-hungry Klingon, for the price of safety and freedom, that the Nada was no real Nada, the information could serve him very well -- and he would not be the one to actuallY kill the Time Lord. Better safe than sorry, he thought, wondering how life would be amidst the Klingons. No, not yet. He would bide his time and first be sure if they could even win back their own normal space.

The Doctor scowled at the figures Kurr, Nyssa and Turlough had all come up with. They told one very undeniable tale: space was slowly beginning to turn inwards. They now had a definite time limit on their hands and the pressure was already beginning to ttl 1 on the uneasy all iance they had wi th the Kl ingons.

Turlough stood in the corridor, watching the First Officer Korax as he headed toward the turbo lift. He shuddered at the rather appalling decision before him. But there did seem to be little else to do; refusing would be a terrible fate, for the Black Guardian's orders were to be obeyed at once.

He'd felt the pain of refusal before.

Korax paused when he saw Turlough motion to him. What did the young alien want, he wondered.

"Can we talk in safety on the lift?" Turlough asked.

The Klingon hesitated, then shook his head. "My quarters," he said, leading the young man into his sparsely furnished room.

"If we ge t "I have a bargain to offer you," Turlough began, hesitating. out of this warp, 1 can deliver the TARDIS to you, in exchange for my own freedom and passage to wherever I choose.

I know this information will help your position on the ship, yes?"

The Klingon smiled greedily.

"Go on," he said eagerly.

The Doctor was not unaware of his strained position.

As Nada he was safe, but not the TARDIS, nor even his companions.

Only his continued aid in their mutual escape stood between him and the loss of his TARDIS. And he was not at all sure if they were going to find normal space either. Abruptly, he made a decision.

"Captain Koloth, I require your word of our safety and the TARDIS's after we get out, if we are so fortunate," he said.

The captain smiled. Words were easily said, easily denied. The Doctor's next words froze him.

"I want your oath." (Author's note: see Star Trek Log Seven by Alan Dean Foster.)

Koloth stared and turned the color of broccol i. A loud cry from the door jerked them all about.

"No! Captain, I have information you must hear before this oath is given,. Korax said.

The Doctor took a desperate gamble.

"Your oath, now. I would prefer to die than allow you to seize or use the TARDIS, which 1 know you would do once Captain Koloth, safe. Your ship and your lives depend upon my cooperation. your oath. Now." The captain hesitated, weighing his first officer's desperate mute appeal against the grim determination in the Doctor's voice.

For long moments the Doctor frantically wondered if perhaps the pleasure of seeing him die would win over the realistic choice facing the Klingon.

But at length, Koloth nodded, cutting short Korax's choked protests.

Raising his arms before him, Koloth said, with the voice of one losing a very. great deal, "I swear, as Conwnander of the Imperial Fleet, as a KI ingon Lord, by the sacred warrior's soul of His Imperial Majesty, Emperor Karharmmur P .17 .

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the 40th, and the God of God's Great KinKuthanza, to abide by the terms of the Doctor, before these witnesses before us."

Behind Korax and quite out of sight, Turlough wondered why he felt such a stab of uttor reI ief.

"Doctor, if we combine the powers of the Devisor and the TARDIS, we should be able to stretch the warp's dimensional interface at its weaKest juncture. We might breaK through," said Nyssa, staring at the computer computations with Kurr.

The Doctor smihd grimly. "I may be abh to find a navigational fix as well if I boost the coordinato alignment matrix through a sync-up.

I dare say it will be dangerous, though," he added.

Nyssa turned slowly to him, paling. "We don't have a sync-up unit. Are you planning to do it without one?" she demanded, growing even paler. At his slow nod, she shooK her head. "Doctor!

It might Kill you!"

He smiled gently at her. "There isn't time to build a complete one, Nyssa.

I'm going to attempt to rig one that will do the job in time. It's our only chance."

Some time later, Engineer Kurr and a very uneasy Turlough found themselves readying to linK the TARDIS and the Devisor's power sources while Nyssa and the Klingon Nada Kinzel prepared to aid tho Doctor in his attempt to navigate the Devisor out of the warp.

"All right now. When I say go, full thrust!" The Doctor paused. There was a great deal at staKe. Not only his life, he thought, but if he did not survive he'd never Know if the TARDIS, his companions or the Klingons reached their own space following emergence from the warp. He sighed.

"Now," he said.

Th. ship shuddered, and with a nasting scraping, screeching which made .veryone feel as if giant claws were visiting a chalKboard, the Devisor began to move. The Doctor prepared himself for his own ordeal, and when Turlough called the coordinates and distance, he nodded. Nyssa pushed the buttons and abruptly the Doctor was assailed with a blinding pain. Koloth stared, wondering how the Doctor could possibly withstand the power surging into his living tissues. And then the Doctor was staring silently before him, hands beginning to move, to guide, and the viewscreen suddenly showed stars, famil iar patterns welcome to both Kl ingons and Time Lord.

All vows can have a breaKing point, though, and the Doctor wasn't about to find out how far they might stretch. He'd have preferred leaving in at least a friendly attitude, but there are some laws which occasionally demand satisfaction ••. such as one Known to all as Murphy. They were heading toward the TARDIS when Tegan, all innocence, asKed why the engineering bay seemed so scarred.

"Oh, a misfortunate accident, that. It seems some phasers aimed at Leela impacted there when we dematerialized."

Koloth snarled and hissed, "If you weren't a Nada Korax bellowed across the bay, "He isn't. That's what I tried to tell you! •

The Doctor, Tegan, Turlough and Nyssa needed no prompting.

But the Doctor could've sworn that as they entered he heard Koloth, in his most terrible voice yet, maKing a vow of another sort. To the .ffect of promising to looK up one Federation starship and send the Doctor there as a gift -- to maKe up for something called tribbles. The Doctor's last thought on that particular matter was one of righteous indignation.

So he and Time Lords in general were to be compared to creatures resembl ing fluffy sewing cushions which bred faster than rabbits? There was only one thing a self-respecting Time Lord could do. He boiled some tea and immersed himself in some good reading, an old booK from Earth called Alice in Wonderland.

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TARDIS OF THE GODS Eileen Jones Asa was bored. The leader of the tribe had assigned him to guard duty.

The problem was, there really wasn't anything to guard. Attacks from wild animals were rare. The tribe had now made peace with their neighbors so no other tribes euer attacked. The young man sighed. Nothing euer happened anymore.

A strange noise broke the silence of the euening. Asa grasped his spear firmly, ready to deal with any threat. A strange blue object appeared out of nowhere. His mou th dropped open as a tall, cur 1y-ha ired man stopped ou t of the object, followed by a slender, dark-haired young woman.

"The gods haue arriuedl" Asa told himself. Afraid of being accused of spying on the gods, he remain.d hidd.n and crept silently back to the uillage.

"Well, Sarah, what do you think?' the man asked, his bright blue eyes aliue with excitement.

"This isn't UNIT H.D •• Doctor," Sarah replied, sounding irritated.

"The TARDIS has gone wrong again, hasn't it?"

The Doctor looked hurt. "The Brigadier will just haue to be pati.nt," he told her, euading her question. He strode away from the TARDIS, obuiously intent upon exploring the planet.

His companion m.r.ly sigh.d and ran aft.r him. She had learned by now that once his mind was made up, it was made up. She also knew that sometimes h. did need looking after.

The Doctor continued on his way, certain that Sarah would soon catch up with him. Her curiosity was almost as great as his. H. smil.d and popped a j.lly baby into his mouth. He slowed his pace as h. heard her running after him.

"Wher. to now, Doctor?" Sarah asked when sh. caught up with him.

"Well, it looks as though there's a path ahead of us,' h. replied.

"That s••ms as good a plac. to begin as any." Th.y headed down the path, unaware that only moments earlier Asa had run down th. same path.

By this time, th. young trib.sman had return.d to the uillage. He bowed b.fore Hur, leader of the trib •• "Speak. Asa," tho old man ordered.

"The gods haue shown fauor to our peopl.," Asa began. "They haue come to us on the roaring wind." His eyes nearly glowed with excitement.

"Th. gods," murmured th. old man. He looked at the young man sternly.

"Ar. you sur. of this?"

"Would I, nothing more than a boy, dare to d.ceiu. th. leader of my tribe?" There was the slightest hint of sarcasm in his uoice.

"No, for you know the penalty for such an act," Hur acknowledged.

Asa bowed and left Hur's tent. The young man scanned the path expectantly.

Sur.ly the gods would come soon, he told himself. They would know where to find their people. His uigilance was soon rewarded.

He heard the sound of strange uoices. The gods were nearly there.

"Doctor, how can you be so certain there's a ciuil ization here?" Sarah wondered.

"This 'path' is nearly non-existent."

"P.rhaps it's not used anymore. There had to haue bun a ciuil ization of some kind here at on. tim•• Euen an ouergrown path like this couldn't occur naturally." He smiled at his companion.

"I think all the answers are waiting just ahead of us."

At that precise moment, Asa stepped in front of them. He knelt before them and touch.d his forehead to the ground. "Your people welcome you," h. told them after he rose.

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that the gods should deem us worthy of their presence.'

'But we're not gods,' Sarah insisted. 'We're people just like you.' She glanced at the Doctor. 'Well, sort of, anyway.'

'You need not be humble before us,' Asa assured them. 'Even in your disguise your true selves are obvious.' He bowed to the ground again and beckoned for them to follow.

'Doctor,' Sarah began, a hint of worry in her voice.

'I don't think he's going to believe we're not gods,' he told her. He squeezed her hand gently. 'Don't worry. We'll get out of this all right.'

"I certainly hope so,' she muttered under her breath.

As they entered the village, the skin-clad residents stared at the newcomers in wonder. Asa held his head high, well aware of the prestige that would be his for bringing the gods with him. He brought them to Hur~s tent and entered boldly.

"What is the meaning of this, Asa?" the old man demanded.

"I bring the gods with me," the young man replied. 'A council meeting must be called at once."

Hur nodded. Asa took the Doctor and Sarah to another tent.

"You may stay here. I will come for you later.'

'What do we do now, Doctor?' Sarah wondered.

The Doctor seated himself on one of the large cushions on the floor. 'We w&it ••

'Why?' 'Why?' He directed her attention to the door. Two guards with extremely deadly-looking spears stood out side. 'Why?" he repeated.

Sarah nodded. 'That's a good enough reason for me. Why do you think they had to call a council meeting?"

"Oh, probably to d.t.rmine if we are gods as Asa claims we are.' He paused for a minute. "If they decide Asa is right, we shouldn't have much to worry

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"And if they decide Asa's wrong?"

Several rather unpleasant ideas came to mind; he quickly decided it would be better not to share them with Sarah. ") shouldn't think they'd keep us in suspense for very long," he answered evasiv.ly.

Befor. Sarah could r'ply, Asa returned. A broad smile stretched across his face and his ey.s danced with excitement.

'The council requests your presence,' he told them.

Th.y entered a slightly larger tent, where Hur and six oth.r men sat in a semi-circle. The m.n bowed, touching their foreheads to the ground, when the Doctor and Sarah entered.

'We welcome the presence of the gods among us,' on. of the council members said. 'By what names do you wish your people to call you?'

'I'm the Doctor and this is Sarah.'

Sarah could hardly beli.ve her ears. Was the Doctor actually going to allow these people to believe they were gods? He must have some kind of plan, some reason for doing it. Of course, if the people thought they were gods, they'd probably be safe. Fairly certain that the Doctor probably knew what he was doing, she decided to follow his lead.

'We welcome the Doctor and Sarah with open hearts and hands,' the council m.mbers chanted. They bowed once more. Hur seemed to say the words reluctantly.

Hur and the oldest council member rose and stood face to face. Hur bowed his head as the council member removed the leather thong from which was suspended a piece of crystal from Hur's neck. The council member moved to stand in front of the Doctor. He dropped the thong around the Doctor's neck.

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Asa removed an animal horn from his belt and sl ipped out of the tent. He sounded one short blast followed by two long blasts. The old man led the Doctor and Sarah out of the tent. The whole village waited expectantly as they emerged.

'My people,' the old man began, 'the gods have seen fit to honor us by coming to dwell among us. All hail the Doctor and Sarah!'

The Doctor and Sarah were amazed to see every man, woman and child in the village bow before them. Now that they were considered gods, it seemed that it would be very difficult to leave.

'Now what?' Sarah asked once they were alone.

'Well, at least we're al ive,' the Doctor reminded her.

'But how are we going to get away?'

'I don't know yet.' He smiled at his young companion.

'Don't worry, Sarah. I'll think of something.'

Not wanting to disturb him while he was thinking, Sarah curled up on one of the huge cushions and was soon fast asleep. Her sleep was an uneasy one, filled with dreams of being pursued by an innnite number of al ien monsters.

'I must be crazy,' she told herself after awakening from one particularly frightening"dream.

'Why do I let him drag me allover the universe? Why don't I just tell him I want to 1 in a normal 1 ife again?' She knew the answer even before she asked the question. Life without the Doctor would be incredibly boring, even if decidedly safer. And he did need someone to look after him.

'Sarah, I'm glad you're awake,' he whisper.d.

'I know how we can get away .•

'Well?'

'W. stay for a 1 itt1e while, tell them we'r. very pleased with how they're getting on, but the time has come for us to return to the stars.' .You mean lie our way out?The Doctor looked hurt. 'Well, it's not exactly a lie. It is time for us to return to the stars. And they are getting on very well for a primitive cu !ture.'

Sarah still wasn't totally convinced, but as she didn't have a bett.r plan, she decided to go along with his idea.

In a nearby t.n~, Hur was spending a sleepless night. Not only had Asa brought the gods to the village, but the one called the Doctor had taken Hur's place as leader. An idea came to the scheming old man. If he could kill them, it would prove they weren't gods. And if they weren't gods, Asa would be discredited and Hur would be restored as leader.

The old man smiled as he began thinking of a way to do it. What proof did the people have other than Asa's words?

If the strangers truly were gods, they ought to prove themselves. Yes, he'd persuade the tribe to test them.

And when they failed, he'd be the hero then -- he'd drive out the false gods.

The village sprang to 1 ife just before daybreak. Cooking fires were lit; children ran, laughing, among the tents; the hunters gathered their spears and bows for the day's work; the old men congregated in the cent.r of the village to gossip. Sarah looked out at the scene, anxious to get back to twentieth century Earth.

'How soon can we tell them w.'re l.aving?' she asked the Doctor.

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'Perfect!' Sarah exclaim.d.

She didn't share jh. Doctor's int.r.st in doing a sociological profile.

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plan in motion.

'See,' he told the others coldly, 'they emerge after the work has been done. They take the best tent. We have only Asa's word that they are gods. ) say they are false gods come to rob us. )f they are true gods, let us see proof!-

'Asa has never lied to us before,' a young woman argued. 'Why should he start now?'

'What else would you expect the woman who loves him to say?' Hur sneered.

'Let the 'gods' give us proof!'

For all his faults, Hur was a persuasive speaker. )t had been his persuasive ability that had earned him his position as leader. By rights Asa, as the son of the old leader, should have taken the position.

But Hur had convinced the council -- and the people -- that Asa was too young and inexperienced.

Hur then modestly offered himself as candidate for the job and was Instantly named the new leader.

'Let the gods give us a sign!' the majority of the villagers cried.

'Put them to the test,' Hur ordered. 'The girl first.'

Sarah gave the Doctor a worried look as the people advanced toward them.

How could they prove they were gods? What kind of test would she have to pass? The Doctor gave her a reassuring squeeze and put himself between her and the peop 10.

'Hur is no longer your leader,' he said boldly. 'By the authority of your own counc i1 ) am the leader now.'

The peopl. stopped, uncertain.

For all Hur's persuasive ability, the truth of the stranger's words could not be denied.

'He is leader only because they thought him to be a god,' Hur reminded them. ')f he is not a god, he has no right to be leader.'

His argument had the inlonded efhct.

'We must lost them,' the peoplo agreed. They surrounded the two travellers and took them to a pit at the edge of the vi 11age • 'The test is quit. simple,' Hur told them, grinning wickedly.

He threw a bone with some scraps of meat on it Into the pit.

There was a growling, hissing noise followed by the sound of the meat and bone being chewed by enormous teeth. Sarah turned away and hid her face against the Doctor's shoulder. He patted the back of her head, trying to reassure her.

Hur smiled, enjoying Sarah's revulsion at the demonstration.

'You will be lowered into the pit,' he explained.

'Gods, of course, cannot die. )f you live, you are indeed gods. If not, you were deceiving us. The girl first.'

With one arm still protectively around his companion, the Doctor reached into one of his pockets and pulled out a small mirror. Adjusting its angle perfectly, he reflected the rays of the early morning sun into Hur's eyes.

Hur cried out in pain and covered his eyes with his hands. Fortunately, he staggered backwards instead of forwards into the pit. ")t is the wrath of the gods!' someone cried out. "Hur dared to put them to the test and now their judgment has come upon him!"

The villagers milled about in confusion as Hur rubbed his eyes painfully, The Doctor pocketed the mirror and grabbed Sarah's hand. Without looking back, the pair ran until they reached the safety of the TARD)S. ") didn't think we'd get out of that one alive,' Sarah panted.

The Doctor nodded and set the coordinates for Earth.

After the escape of the two travellers, Asa and Hur addressed the council.

"I acted in the best inlorest of the tribe ," Hur insisted. "Asa and the strangers plotted together.' .

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strangers as gods," Asa began. "But we have no proof that they were not gods.

They disappeared as suddenly as they came.

"Hur claims to have acted in the interest of our tribe. I say he acted in his own interest. When the strangers came, he lost the position of leader.

If the strangers were gods, he blasphemed against them. Even if they were not gods, Hur was ready to murder innocent people just to re-gain his position.

Is a man like that fit to lead our people?"

The council members conferred briefly. The oldest arose and announced their decision.

"Hur, you are no longer one of our people. You are to be expelled at once. Should you ever return, YOU will be thrown into the pit, just as you would have done to the strangers."

He then turned to the younger man. "Asa, YOU have shown us that years alone do not make a man mature. By rights, the position of leader should have been yours when your father died.

It is yours now."

Asa bowed befor. the old man. The new leader fervently hoped that one day the strangers would return so he could make amends for Hur's behavior.

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TOTEM Carla Hemmingson Nyssa hummed a TraKen melody and told herself she was going to do her best to enjoy the holiday ahead of her. The Doctor had made the offer in an attempt to cheer her up after they had rather inadvertently left Tegan behind on their latest adventure.

He might not have admitted it to her, but even the Doctor missed Tegan • in an odd sort of way. Nyssa, though, he was quite genuinely fond of, as she was Interested and quite Knowledgeable in the sciences, as he was.

'Rather a quaint little place, really,' he had told her. 'A planet of great beauty. The natives are fairly Intelligent.

A peaceful lot, too, having no use for technology and all that sort of thing.'

Nyssa entered the control room just as the TARDIS materialized at their destination.

The Doctor flashed her a bright smile, almost boyish in his youthful face. The viewscreen revealed a remarKably breath-taKing scenic view; a waterfall, dropping down a steep slate blue cliff and fanning into the valley below. There th.y saw the village the Doctor had chosen for their holiday. Nyssa stared in.delight at that village, with the sparKling crystals of quartz set into the surrounding city wall and the very natural, almost cave-liKe, app.arances of the homes which seemed most comfortable.

'Shall we then?" asKed the Doctor.

The air rang with the sounds of frogs and birds. The smell of blossoms had a very positive effect on Nyssa's mood. The Doctor led the way, pointing out little treasures in an animated way: there a rare specimen of plant, there a bird worth a fortune in most circles.

Nyssa had just begun to believe it was the most peaceful spot in the entire universe when a terrible Keening wail Knifed through the air, sending the birds a flutter and maKing them both jump a foot. .

"Doctor! It came from this direction!" Nyssa called, haring down the path in spite of his warnings.

Rounding the rocK near the base of the cliff, they came across a frightful scene. Two men stood in angry postures, and near them a lovely woman with a mane of deep mahogany curls huddled on the sand.

'I say, what's going on here?' demanded the Doctor, approaching heedless of any danger they might present. He .yed the woman with concern, but noted no apparent injury to her. She did not rise.

'Outworlder.'

It was not an insult, merely a quiet, solemn observation from the elder of the two men. His darK eyes, set in his sun-browned face, revealed him to be of the tribe the Doctor was familiar with. The woman, though, did not looK liKe any he had seen here.

'We asK forgiveness.

This is a family matter, not for your concern,' the man said, while the younger man turned away, his face a study of pain.

The Doctor frowned.

"I may b. an outworlder, but I have been here before and I have always believed your people were the one civil ization devoid of such strife. Might 1 be of some help?' he offered.

The older man sighed heavily, but did not reply.

'Ki'Tear?' the young man asKed, as he Knelt by the woman. She looKed up, deep blue eyes fill ing with tears. She turned upon the older man.

'T'Mar, why? Why this refusal? Can you not allow this, just once?" Her plea brought only a stony silence.

Th. young.r man turn.d angry .yes upon the elder. .D~Har,my brother, can you not at least

answer?-

The Doctor frowned.

'D'Mar? Are you not the headman here?" he asked, seeing it in the unhappy eyes before him.

The man nodded.

'You have been here. Come. This matter is closed for now. You will eat with us this night and forget the quarrel you happened

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upon. It is not of your concern,' he said in the finality of one who is obeyed.

Nyssa and the Doctor sat quietly that evening, watching the young couple they had stumbled upon without really meaning to. T'Mar and Ki'Tear sat apart, and neither failed to notice how the young woman seemed to be avoided not only by her lover, but the entire village as well. Nyssa found herself distressed enough even to lose her appetite.

'Doctor, I am sorry for this day. I can see your companion is upset.'

D'Mar sat down near them, his own unhappiness almost tangible.

'D'Mar, your brother's happiness means much to you or you would not be so burdened. Would it help to tell me what troubles you? I do have some experience in such matters,' said the Doctor.

The huanan turned to him, thoughtfully.

He was in full dress, the Doctor noted, wearing the claws and hide of the wolf, and silver beaten rings as well. H. wondered what it was that made this caring, intell igent man refuse his own brother happin.ss.

'I can t.ll you a part of it. Please ask no more than that.' He rose slowly, motioning for the Doctor to follow. They walked in silence up the path to the waterfall.

'Doctor, long ago this world knew two people. My tribe and the fishing folk, as we knew them, treated and traded, but never did either tribe take of the other for kin. Then, one sad day, that pact was broken. The two people began to take women and men of each other's tribe. Many of the children of th.se unions had bright red hair. And even today some are born whose hair reveals their mixed blood. A war arose soon after this began, and when it was over, the fisher folk were no more. We do not allow the red haired children to take mates.'

The Doctor was appalled.

'For such an ancient feud you deny your brother the woman he loves? I did not think your people could be so unforgiving!' he sa id angr iIy • D'Mar turned from him. 'You do not understand. You judge on what you hear. I have said there is more. But I cannot speak of it.'

'Why?' demanded the Doctor.

'The subject is taboo!' D'Mar said sharply.

Th. Doctor stood silently, his mind racing for some way to wring the full story from the man before him. 'And T'Mar's happiness?

Is that also taboo?

D'Mar, what we speak of here I will never tell another if you ask that of me.

I ask only to understand.'

D'Mar stood motionless, his face working as he weighed the decision.

Then, s 1owl y, he nodded. '1 see the tru th of your word. Very well, Doc tor.

Stand there. I will tell you all.' He stroked the claws at his throat, then the tee th.

'Doctor, you have seen the totem items I wear. My people have an ancient weapon •.. one nev.r used now save to feed the people.

But it was this wh ich destroyed the fisher fol k. And it is th is wh ich we fear in the ch i1dren with red hair. Watch and see ••• the power.'

The Doctor was suddenly aware of a deepening silence, as if all the frogs and birds had suddenly fallen still as they might when a great predator had come into their midst. And then D'Mar shuddered and shiv.red and before tho Doctor's eyes dwindled in form and substance, to stand as a great gray wolf .

•Shift.r~!. the Doctor

murmured

in surprise

as D~Mar reappeared

But his eyes said the story was not finished, not yet.

H. was watching,

no, he was

running,

with

the

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And then --

branches

in his

face

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the grass beneath his feet and the world was gray and white and scents so strong his head reeled and then he was seeking prey and there was warm blood and the JOY, the hunger was all and -P. 29.

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"STOP! " Tho Doctor gavo a cry of pain and sank to his knoos, ovory fibor of his boing rovolting against tho violonco, his Timo Lord training robolling against tho loss of control. Vaguoly ho was awaro of T'Har standing noar him, and ho lookod up to bohold a faco so full of pain that his own scarcoly soemod to mat tor.

"Doctor, this is tho powor of my pooplo. Wo would novor use it so against anothor. But thoso of the mixod blood, they cannot always control thoir instincts, and so could harm -- ovon kill -- anothor.

I am sorry for this moans of domonstratlng."

Tho Doctor moaned and staggorod to his foot. "How," ho gaspod, "how can you be sure it is always so?"

"Tho mixed blood has always beon known to show in tho onos with rod hair.

Ki'Tear, I know, lovos my brother. But Doctor, I cannot pormit tho union."

Tho Doctor frownod. "D'Har, I thought bottor of you. Do your stallions always siro colts their own color, or that of thoir dam? Do your dogs havo puppios of ono color only?"

D'Har frownod.

"You shame mo. Do you think I havo not soen my black stallion and tho goldon mare Soeka with a rod foal? Doctor, what if Ki'Toar's totom is tho wo If or cat? Hy br 0 thor is a har t ! Sh 0 m igh t kill him."

Tho Doctor stood lost in thought. That D'Har truly cared for his brothor ho had no doubt. And his fear for tho young man's safoty was onough to provont allowing tho two young lovors joy. But was thero a way?

"Nyssa!" ho cried suddonly, his oyos lighting.

"D'Har, my companion is a sciontist and I think between us wo may be able to d.tormino if Ki'Toar is truly a mix.d blood or a full trib.sp.rson with rod hair. Will you lot us try?-

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D'Har stood silontly oy.ing him, thon h. nodd.d slowly. "If I toll tho p.oplo you have my trust, non. will quostion what you find. Only, Doctor, you must b. truthful.

I wi 11 know if you are not •.• " Itwas not a. warning, roally. But that h. would know tho Doctor had no doubt.

Happily, it provod to bo littl. troublo for tho Doctor and Nyssa to factor out the blood types and in rath.r l.ss tim. than he had anticipatod, h. was ablo to roport back to tho tribo. Th.y had gath.rod in proparation, for oith.r a wodding f.ast or a mourning chant.

"D'Har, are your m.n pro pared for a dane.? Sho is not mixed blood." Tho Doctor laughod in delight as the two young pooplo throw thomsolvos into each oth.r's arms, whilo D'Har tri.d to contain his own JOY. Nyssa boamod at him, f.oling tho do.p sense of fulfillment she always got whenever her skills could b. so uti I Ized.

D'Har brought forth a beautifully craftod cup and, smil ing, handed it to the Doctor, who blink.d in surpriso. Whilo most drinks might boast of an olivo or porhaps a chorry, this particular drink had a bright frosh sprig of colory! The height of civilization.

"Hollo! Your pooplo aro full of surprisos!" ho said, happily obliging the hoadman and himsolf with a pro-wedding toast. It was only the beginning of what was to be a long night of it, with songs, dancing, foasting and such morrimont as bofit a onco unlikoly match.

If prossod, the Doctor would'vo admittod to ovorindulging, just a bit -- accidontally, roally -- in tho homo brow. Ho had no way of knowing what the shiftors' drinks would do to him, so ho could and did claim immunity from purposoly ovordoing it.

"Nyssa, could wo porhaps ask a favor of your sciontific skills one moro timo?" ho askod wh.n tho morning sky was boginning to pink up • Nyssa, all flushod and spark! ing, came at once to him, a bit anxious.

"What? Aro thoro othors who aro the sam. as Ki'Toar?" sho askod.

Ho slowly shook his hoad, and gavo a wan smilo. "No, I doubt it. It. P • 31 •

would seem a rare occurrence after all these generations.

But there is one thing you might do, if you don't mind?"

She smiled. "Anything."

He made an exaggerated motion to his head. "Could you please go to the TARDIS and see what we have there for a headache.

I'm not feeling too well."

"Holidays," muttered Nyssa, fussing ouer the Doctor who now slept peacefully in bed. "Bother.

If we're not saving the world, we're too busy saving each other to enjoy them properly!"

But looking at the Time Lord, she had to smile. It had been one of their better adventures.

And she doubted if she'd ever attend a wedding half so pleasant, nor give a gift so valued.

"Perhaps technology does have a place after all, D'Mar," said T'Mar as the TARDIS vanished.

He glanced at his wife and smiled. They, at least, would never doubt it.

And as for the Doctor, carefully shaking off the effects of a hangover, he was quite content to believe it, too, even if for once the idea of using the power to chase away his headache was vastly attractive.

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TROUBLE WITH TEENAGERS Part Three -- Chicago Eileen Jones 'Doctor, this can't be right,' Trisha began, making no effort to hide her irritation.

The Doctor checked some readings on the console.

'This is Chicago, 2534,' he replied.

'Then what's wrong?' the girl demanded.

'J wish I knew,' he sighed.

He smiled and his bright blue eyes twinkled.

'Well, there's only one way to find out.' He opened the TARDIS doors. 'You girls stay here until I find out what's happened.'

'Doctor, why do you k.ep treating us like children?' Kareen protested.

-Because YOU are.'Look, we manag.d all right on B.ta Canaris Three, didn't we?' she reminded him. 'And,' she added with a note of triumph in her voice, 'if it wasn't for m., you'd still be on Zardon -- as Queen Vyla's consort.'

'And Earth is my home,' Trisha chimed in.

The Doc.tor sighed. Ithad b.en a v.ry long tim. since he'd had such young companions. The girls look.d at him expectantly.

Somehow he knew that .ven if he order.d them to stay in the TARDIS they'd follow him anyway.

'You can come,' he said at last. 'But stick close to me and don't go wandering off on your own.'

'Oh, Doctor, would we do that?' Kareen asked innocently.

The Doctor just smiled. 'Come on, then.'

The trio left th. TARDIS and glanced around, trying to d.termine the best way to go. A plain dotted with occasional brush stretched to the horizon in one direction.

In the opposite direction, the brush thickened into a forest in the distance. Assuming the forest was more likely to be inhabited than the barr.n plain, they h.ad.d in that dir.ction. Th. Doctor point.d out the various types of vegetation along the way.

'Well, whattver happened didn't hurt the plant 1 iff,' Kareen tried to joke. One look at her friend's face told her it was a poorly timed jok •• 'Doctor, I think I hear something,' she whispered.

He motioned for his young companion to take the lead. She crept along slowly, stopping .very few seconds to 1 isttn and get her bearing. Her companions followed close behind. After a few minutes, she stopped and pointed down. A short distance b.low them, a small, clear str.am babbled on its way.

'Should we go down?' she wonder.d.

'Why not?' replied the Doctor. 'It looks safe enough.'

They soon reached the stream. The Doctor pulled an instrument out of one of his pockets and held it over the water.

'No radiation,' h. announced happily, 'It's safe to drink.'

The girls splashed the cool water on their faces while the Doctor went to have a quick look around. They drank thirstily of the r.freshing liquid. The Doctor, meanwhile, had made a less than pleasant discovery -- a dead body.

Unknown to the trio, they weren't alone by the stream.

'Look,' a young man whispered to one of his companions, 'Petey's dead!'

'Yeah, and ther.'s the murder.r!' The other man pointed at the Doctor • •Come on,

gUYS,

let's get 'im,. he growled.

Trisha and Kare.n, their thirst satisfied, set off to join the Doctor.

They had almost reached him when they saw a rough, grimy group of men running toward him. Trisha was about to callout when she felt someone put a hand over her mouth. She tried to free herself as someone pulled her back into the bushes.

'Shh,' Kareen whispered.

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Trisha twist.d around to fac. h.r fri.nd, oW. can't I.t th.m taKe the Doctor," she half sobb.d, "And if w. rush down th.r., th.y'll grab us, too," Kar ••n told h.r. oW. can't r.scu. the Doctor if w.'r. prison.rs, too."

"So what do w. do?" oW. follow at a discr •• t distanc.," h.r companion r.pli.d. oW. s•• wh.r. th.y'v. taK.n him and aft.r darK w. g.t him out."

"Do you really thinK it'll b. that easy?"

"Probably not," She grinn.d mischi.vously.

While the girls mad. plans to save the Doctor, the angry group confront.d him.

"What have you don. to P.t.y, you filthy murd.r.r!" on. man .xclaim.d.

"I'v. don. nothing to your fri.nd," the Doctor r.pli.d calmly. "H. was d.ad wh.n I found him," "Sur. h. was," anoth.r on. mocK.d. "W.'ll get you to conf.ss soon.r or later." He stepp.d up to the Doctor and pulled a Knif. from his belt. He h.ld it against the Doctor's throat, "B.li.v. m., it's much b.tter soon.r than lat.r." He r.turn.d the Knif. to his belt. "TaK. him away."

"LooK, this is all a silly misund.rstanding," the Doctor said as th.y ti.d him up and began to drag him away by his long scarf. "If w. could just discuss this calmly, I'm sur. we could worK it all out."

"He's not being very cooperative, is he, JacK?" one man commented.

"No, h. isn't," the man with the Knif. agr••d. H. strucK his prison.r savag.ly across the side of the h.ad. "Shut up, murder.r," he growl.d.

Daz.d by the blow, the Doctor stumbl.d along with his captors. H. hop.d desperately that the girls had gotten away. If the r.st of Earth's inhabitants were liKe this lot, Trisha and Kar ••n wouldn't stand much of a chane •• It wasn't long b.for. tho band arriv.d at a clust.r of rough, w.ather-b.at.n wood.n buildings. They brought the Doctor to a building with the word "Jail" writt.n on it in larg., chipp.d l.tt.rs. A gray-haired old man looKed up w.arilY from his desK as the group .ntered.

"H. Kil1td P.tey, Marshall ," JacK blurted out.

The Marshall's fac. turn.d whit •• He stared at the prisoner malevol.ntly, "Why did you Kill my son?"

"LooK, I'm terribly sorry about what happened to your son. But I didn't Kill him," tho Doctor insist.d. He f.lt the cold m.tal blade of JacK's Knif. against his throat again.

"J say you did," Jack hissed.

The Marshall rose from his chair, "Jack h.re was p.tey's b.st fri.nd.

And he don't Ii.," he said slowly. "Why did you kill my son?"

The Doctor r.main.d silent. Th.se people would n.ver beli.v. anything h. told them. It se.med inevitable that they would kill him -- and it would undoubt.dly b. a particularly nasty form of .x.cution.

"Maybe he'll talK to m., Marshall," JacK suggested, grinning wicK.dly.

Th. Marshall nodd.d. Jack l.d the Doctor to a small room and thr.w him down onto a wood.n chair.

"Why did you Kill P.t.y?" JacK demanded.

"I didn't Kill P.tey," the Doctor insisted. Why wouldn't anyone b.l ieve him?

Jack grabb.d the Doctor's curly hair and jerK.d his h.ad back. "W.ll say you did. Why did you do it?"

"Why are you so certain J did it?" he asKed. His head sti II throbbed from the earl ier blow • • 'CUI

if

you

di dn' t,

it means

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'I'm a stranger here. I didn't even know Petey. What possible reason could I have for wanting to kill him?'

A blow to the stomach had the Doctor doubled up in pain. 'That's what I'm ~rying to find out!' Jack hissed. 'You know whatever happens you're going to die. If you tell me why you did it, I can arrange for an easy death. If not -- well, there are many unpleasant ways to die.' He smiled and with one well-aimed kick, knocked the chair out from under the Doctor. He grabbed the Doctor's arm, pulled him to his feet and l.d him out of the room.

'Well, Jack?' the Marshall asked.

'Lock him up for a while,' he suggested.

'Maybe he'll be more talkative later.' .

The Marshall threw the Doctor into a small, dark cell and locked the door. Pulling his bruised bOdy from the floor, the Doctor wondered what had happened to the girls. Unless he found some way out of the jail, there was no hope for any of them.

As Jack and his gang dragged the Doctor away, the girls followed them.

Angry tears spilled down Trisha's cheeks as she saw th.ir mistr.atm.nt of the Doctor.

'How can th.y do that to him?' she whispered sadly. 'H.'s so kind and g.ntle.'

Kar••n put an arm around h.r fri.nd's should.rs.

'Don't worry, we'll g.t him a•.• ay from th.m. W. ow. him that much aft.r what h.'s don. for us.' She forced h.rself to smil.. 'C'mon, Trisha, crying won't h.lp him. Let's go.'

Th. other girl nodd.d and dri.d h.r t.ars. They follow.d Jack's gang just to the .dg. of the small town. They watch.d the Doctor b.ing tak.n to the jail and settl.d down to wait for nightfall. The wh •• ls in Kar ••n's mind b.gan turning and a plan b.gan to formulate in the girl's mind.

Back in the jail, the Doctor was g.tting acquainted •.• ith his c.llmate, a spunky little old man.

'So,' the old man said, 'th.y think you kill.d P.t.y, huh?'

'Y.s,' the Doctor r.pli.d w.arily, rubbing his aching h.ad. 'But I didn't kill him.'

'I'm sur. you didn't, son. You don't look the viol.nt typ•• I'll b.t you wouldn't .ven strike anoth.r p.rson -- n.v.r mind kill on. -- unl.ss you w.re d.fending someone else.' The old man chuckled pleasantly.

'I'm Sam.' The Doc tor smi led. 'How do you do, Sam. I'm the Doc tor.'

'Doctor?' Sam's eyes •.• idened. 'That could get you into more trouble than being accused of murder.'

'What?' He couldn't imagine what trouble that could cause.

'I'm locked up here b.caus. of my interest in sci.nce. I've been h.re for five months -- and probably will be here for the rest of my life,' 'Inter.st in science is a crim.?' The Doctor could scarcely b.lieve his ears.

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'Where have you been?' Sam asked incredulously.

'Ever since the N ••.• Earth Movement took over, science and technology have been criminal!'

'New Earth Movement. Late twenty-first century, wasn't it?'

Sam nodded. W. were on the verge of destroying ourselves,' he sighed.

'We had created terrible weapons and were creating ne•.•ones all the time.

Strange ne'" diseas.s began turning up. Many researchers and scientists had questionable morals. The Ne •.•Earth Movement put the blame at tho foot of technology. Before long, millions had joined the bandwagon. Now the weak and sick are left to die. Survival of the fittest.'

'What about Denis Stewart?' the Doctor asked. 'Didn't he point out the fallacies of the New Earth Hovement, make a statemont about the moral r.sponsibilityof scientists, show the great good that came as a resul t of technology?'

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'Denis Stewart?

I'm afraid you've got your history mixed up, son. There was no one who provided an acceptable defense of technology.'

'No one?' the Doctor repeated. Well, now he knew what had happened to Earth's history. Somehow, Denis Stewart had never existed. Now more than ever he had to get out of his cell. It was no longer just his life and the lives of his companions at stake -- it was Earth itself.

'Are you all right?' Sam asked, concerned over the Doctor's sudden silence.

'What? Oh, yes, I'm all right.' He rubbed his still-throbbing head.

'Jack is very thorough in his interrogation.'

'Get what rest you can,' his cellmate advised. 'Jack will be back at work very soon.The Doctor glanced out of the tiny window in the cell. Night had fallen.

His thoughts turned back to the girls. Would they be able to survive in the wast.land that the world had become?

As if in answer to his unspoken question, a soft whisper came from the window.

'Doctor. are you there?' It was Trisha's gentle voice.

'Yes. How did you know where to find me?'

'Never underestimate me,' Kar ••n replied. 'Are you all right?'

'I've been better,' he admitted. He felt his body rapidly recovering from the .ffects of Jack's interrogation.

'I'll be even better once I've gotten you two away from here.'

'First, though, we've got to get you out of that cell,' Kareen reminded him.

The Doctor reach.d into one of his pockets and pulled out his sonic screwdriver.

He handed it to Kareen through the windOW, 'Just point it at the lock. squeeze here and tho door'll be open in seconds,' he told her.

'Right. See you soon!' The girls slipped away from the window and crept around to the front of tho jail.

'So far so good,' Trisha whispered.

Kareen didn't reply.

Something didn't feel quite right and that made her. nervous. She ignored her gut feelings and went on with her task. If she chickened out now, they might not rescue the Doctor. And if they didn't rescue the Doctor, Earth's history would never be fixed. She took a deep breath and went on.

Trisha. too, had a feeling of unease. !t had all been fairly easy so far. Something just had to go wrong -- and in a big way. She began to wonder if stowing away on the TAROIS had been such a good idea after all.

The girls' worst fears were confirmed when a lantern shone on the door of the jail just as they arrived. A husky, youngish man came over to them and looked them over in much the same way he'd examine a prize cow. He chucKled heartily as he unlocked the door. An older man stepped out of the shadows and they dragged the girls through the door.

'Looks like you've had a good day, Jack,' the older man commented.

'That J have, Marshall, that J have,' Jack repl ied.

'These two ought to bring a fair price,' the Marshall noted. 'Unless, of covrse, you'd want to keep one for yourself. Seeing as how you found 'em, you'd be entitled.'

Jack eyed the girls thoughtfully.

'Mighty tempting. But which one would I keep?'

He laughed again.

The Doctor overheard their conversation, but couldn't see what they were talKing about. Some sort of livestock, he assumed. His face fell and both his hearts sank when he saw Trisha and Kareen. He turned to Sam. 'What's going to happen to them?' He couldn't hide the concer~ in his voice • . 'You really are a stranger here, aren't you?' Sam sighed. 'Womenfolk are P.37

scarce," he explained.

'Word will be out tomorrow morning that two pretty young girls have been found. By tomorrow noon they'll be auctioned off as wives to the highest bidders.'

He noted the looK of anguish on his cel1mate's face. 'Are they your daughters?'

'Oh, no,' the Doctor replied quicKly. 'Their parents are dead. I'm their guardian.'

He closed his eyes and leaned against the wall of the cell.

'No,' he whispered sadly as he thought about their fate. A plan began to form in his mind. It was a long shot, but it was the only way to save all their lives as well as the future of Earth.

'Well,' JacK commented, turning his attention to the cell, 'the girls were an added bonus. I came for a very different reason.'

He smiled at the Doc tor.

'Yes, I'm sure you did,' the Doctor replied.

He struggled to his feet, pretending to be still weaK from their earlier encounter.

Actually, he had now recovered completely.

JacK opened the cell and pulled his prisoner out. The Doctor nodded almost imperceptibly to the girls. Trisha fell to the floor in a credible imitation of a faint. As the Marshall bent down to examine her, Kareen stunned him with an expertly-aimed blow.

JacK was surprised to find his prisoner hurling him through the air. He landed with a thud next to the Marshall and lost consciousness.

The Doctor tooK the Keys from JacK's belt and opened the cell door.

'Get away from here while you can,' he told Sam. 'What about you three?'

'Don't worry about us. Just go!'

The old man needed no further urging. 'ThanK YOU,' he whispered gratefully.

He slipped out into the night and then ran for his life.

The Doctor Knew JacK and the Marshall would regain consciousness soon.

'Come on! We haven't got much time.' He bustled the girls out of the jai 1.

Smiling, he locKed the door from the outside and pocKeted the Key. That would at least slow down their pursuers.

Hearts pounding, the trio ran bacK to the safety of the TARDIS. Their recent experience had been an awful nightmare, from which they would all be grateful to get away.

'Doctor, did you find out what went wrong?' Trisha gasped as the Doctor set the TARDIS in motion.

He nodded.

'A pivotal person in Earth's history was never born. Someone has been tampering with the history of your planet!'

'So where are we going now?' Kareen asKed. 'Edinburgh, 2019. We've got to maKe sure that Jennifer McPherson marries Edward Stewart and they have a son, Denis.'

"Oh, is that all?' Kareen cracKed. 'What if we can't do it?' Trisha asKed softly, The Doctor looKed at her sadly. 'Then that nightmare we just left will be Earth's future,' he told her gently. He gave the girl a comforting squeeze.

'Don't worry, though. We'll be able to do it!' he said brightly.

Trisha couldn't help but smile. The Doctor's confidence was contagious.

After all, he hadn't let them down yet and she was certain he wasn't 1 iKely to start now. Of course it would all worK out. Didn't good always overcome evil? She had complete faith in the Doctor.

The Doctor busied himself at the control console.

'If everything goes right, we should material.ize just outside the Royal Scottish Museum," he noted.

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'And if they decide to move the exhibit before we get back?' Trisha wondered.

'We'll have to risk that.' He opened the TARDIS doors. 'Shall we go?'

'Doctor, how are we going to find these people?' Kareen asked as they left the TARDIS. 'I mean, we can't just walk up to everybody we meet and ask, 'Do you know Jennifer McPherson and Edward Stewart?' can we?'

The Doctor just smiled and gave her a j.lly baby. 'Jennifer worked at the Univ.rsity of Edinburgh as a research assistant.

It was her interest in science that spurred her son on to become one of the world's leading scientists.'

'So what do we do when we find her?' Kareen wondered.

'Tell her she has to marry Edward Stewart?'

The Doctor sighed. 'She won't need any prompting to marry Edward. We have to be sure that no one stops her from marrying him. Come on, the university is this way.'

He hurried off and the girls practically had to run to catch up with him.

Trisha found the campus fascinating and made a mental note to ask him if they could look around a bit after they fixed history. They had just reached the lab where Jennifer worked when a strange noise broke the calm of the morning.

It was the sound of another TARDIS materlilizing. to be con t inued

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