"Sincro: wyxchari" "We can't just leave her!" "We're not leaving her, Jamie." "It was her decision to stay." "Oh!" "She'll be perfectly alright with the Harrises." "Now don't worry so much." "I'm not, I'm just... och, come on, let's go." "Well, where would you like to go?" "Hmm?" "I couldn't care less." "I was fond of her too, you know, Jamie!" "Jamie, we're landing..." "Jamie!" "Huh?" "We're landing!" "Oh." "Let's have a look at the scanner, shall we?" "I thought you said we'd landed?" "Well yes, we are, but I..." "I seem to have lost the picture." "Let's... try a little bit more power, shall we?" "You sure you're pushing the right one?" "Yes, of course I am." "Look at the fault indicator, will you?" "It's round there on the left." "Well it's alright here." "No movement at all?" "No." "Well, that's funny - the air's alright, the temperature's perfectly normal... there seems to be rather a lot of metal all around us..." "What?" "Oh, you know I can't hear you when you talk to yourself!" "There we are, it's coming up now." "Hey, now that looks alright!" "Boy!" "..." "Look at it why, what's that?" "..." "The size of it!" "Well that's funny, it's changed to night now!" "That's a wee bit quick, isn't it?" "..." "Look, it's changed again!" "What's going on?" "Oh dear." "Those pictures aren't what's happening outside, I'm certain of that." "Well why do they keep appearing then?" "They're temptations." "Eh?" "The TARDIS is trying to warn us to get away from here to somewhere more pleasant." "I must have pushed the wrong switch." "The red light's stopped flashing." "What!" "Something must be wrong!" "What?" "Well the power's overloading..." "The power lines are overloading!" "The fluid link's gone!" "Doctor, come over here!" "The mercury's vapourising!" "We've got to get out of here, come on!" "But how?" "Hold on to me." "What are you going to do?" "What happened to the TARDIS?" "I disengaged the time vector generator." "The what?" "Well once removed, it alters the size of the TARDIS." "The inside becomes an ordinary telephone box again." "Come along, come and sit down." "If I hadn't have done, the mercury vapour would have killed us." "Well where are we?" "Well... it looks like the motor section of some sort of rocket." "A rocket?" "Yes." "Yes, there's an artificial gravity system too." "What does that do?" "Well, it's what keeps us on our feet." "Otherwise we'd be floating around." "Oh." "There's no water around, is there?" "Water?" "No, not in here, Jamie." "There's no movement either, is there?" "We're on the ground, then." "Yes, I expect so." "Oh!" "What's the matter?" "Well don't keep me in suspense, what's the matter?" "Have a lemon sherbet." "It'll quench your thirst." "Doctor, the warning mechanism obviously thought there was something wrong out here, but what?" "I mean, everything's so... dead, isn't it?" "Hey, Jamie!" "What?" "Look!" "It's a track!" "Why, that's oil - it must be some sort of machine!" "It's recent, too." "Well, I wonder what that would..." "D'you open the door?" "No, no." "There may be something on the other side." "Here we are." "Looks safe enough." "Yes - now what caused the defence mechanism of the TARDIS to register danger then, hm?" "And where's the crew?" "And what's this track?" "There's plenty of air in there." "Let's try and get in." "I'll..." "look up here, then." "Stores in that one." "It's living quarters here." "Ah - water!" "I'd have thought a rocket this size would have carried more than two people." "Yes, Jamie, it does." "It carries four - two on duty and two resting." "Oh, the TARDIS must have gone mad, then." "I mean, there's nothing on board here, so there's no danger." "Isn't there?" "We're just drifting, Jamie - drifting aimlessly in space." "Perhaps that's what the TARDIS was trying to warn us about." "What's it matter?" "Matter?" "We're just a piece of space flotsam, don't you realise that?" "Well alright, stick your rod... dimen" "Time vector generator." "Aye, stick it back in, and we'll float off somewhere else!" "No, it's not as sa- simple as that, Jamie." "The fluid, hm?" "We need mercury to refill it, don't we?" "Well there must be some on board here, surely?" "Yes" " I hope so." "Well there's got to be!" "What's happened to the crew?" "They haven't just gone out for a little constitutional, you know." "Well, we won't find that out till we look inside that control room, will we?" "Well I've searched my side; there's not a drop of mercury anywhere." "Me too." "No, the only place we haven't searched is that control room." "Well, we'll have a breather, and then we'll try in there." "And perhaps we'll find some food in that machine as well." "I can give you another lemon drop." "Er, something a bit more substantial, please!" "What d'you fancy?" "Well right now I'd like a nice plate of roast beef with all the trimmings." "I'll see what I can do, hm?" "Eh?" "Ah now Doctor, where are you gonna find a plate of roast beef on this place?" "What you doing?" "Roast beef, you said?" "Well yes." "What vegetables, hm?" "Potatoes and cabbage." "...And cabbage." "What about a drop of fruit salad?" "Fruit salad, yes!" "And I'll have some pork, potatoes and carrots." "And, uh, I'll have a drop of ice-cream." "There we are." "Now, what about the gravy?" "I don't think so." "Am I supposed to eat this?" "Yes, of course, it'll be delicious." "I've heard of a square meal, but this is ridiculous!" "Sit down and eat up." "Doctor, what do you think Victoria's doing now?" "Now?" "..." "Time is relative, Jamie." "If I knew when 'now' was, I might be able to hazard a guess." "You know what I mean." "Well she's decided to stay in a good historical period - very few wars, great prosperity - she'll be happy enough." "This is very filling, isn't it?" "Aye..." "Well, what do we do now?" "Well, when we've digested our dinner we'll have another try to get into the control room." "Oh, well while you do that, I'm going to have a wee lie down." "Tell me, though - what do you think happened to the crew?" "I don't know, Jamie." "Wish I did." "I suppose they've been overtaken by some disaster or other." "Perhaps we'll find out when we get into the control room." "Well, uh... at least we don't seem to be in any immediate danger, Jamie." "But I would like to know..." "Oh!" "Doctor, what's happening?" "Hit my head... oh!" "We're moving - the rocket's moving!" "Yes, I know, there's someone in the control room." "Well, let's have a look." "No, no, Jamie." "We've got to get back to the TARDIS - it's the only safe place." "But Doctor, the mercury stuff!" "Never mind that." "It won't open!" "Doctor, someone's sealed the door!" "My head!" "Easy... back here... in the cabin..." "Lock it, Jamie, lock it!" "Easy..." "Doctor, you alright?" "Doctor?" "Doctor, there's a great big silver thing out here!" "Into the TARDIS..." "I've got to get him to safety... oh!" "Doctor, you must see this!" "Back to the cabin, quick!" "Easy... easy." "Jamie... take this... it's... a gun..." "like a torch... have to be careful... oh!" "Oh, we're alright for the time being." "But listen, you, no more gallivanting about till I say so." "Alright?" "Doctor?" "Doctor?" "Hold." "Get a fix on that." "It's not moving now." "Crossover zero." "Triangulate it, Rico." "How's it now." "Tanya?" "The same." "Just a slight drift." "No, no the movement isn't real, it's just an illusion caused by slight polar precession." "How's our mystery rocket?" "Suddenly lifeless." "Doesn't make sense, sir." "It must have been driven by something." "No radio contact." "I'm not surprised." "I've just checked out its description on the register." "It's a Phoenix Mark IV." "Name 'Silver Carrier'." "Tanya?" "The register's even." "No crossover reading now." "No, it's definitely stopped moving." "'Silver Carrier'?" "Supply ship for Station Five." "Reported overdue nine weeks ago." "It's only about eighty or ninety million miles off course!" "Try radio contact again, Rico." "Okay." "Station Three to Silver Carrier." "Station Three to Silver Carrier." "Call sign LX88J, repeat, call sign LX88J." "Come in please..." "Nothing." "It couldn't have drifted all that way, Jarvis." "No, it couldn't." "Try the emergency again, Leo?" "Station Three to Silver Carrier." "Call switched with red band to operate the emergency transmitter." "You think their radio's gone?" "In case." "Good procedure." "I'm afraid we're wasting our time, but waste it we must." "Any reaction, Tanya?" "No." "Nothing." "No movement at all." "How does Silver Carrier turn up in this part of the cosmos?" "Something happens to the crew." "One of them puts on the automatic." "The rocket's travelled so far now, the power feedback to automatic is probably failing." "Yes, that's possible." "It could start up and start moving again at any minute." "And the crew?" "A dozen and one things." "Well, we've tried everything, sir - we can't raise a sound!" "Trouble is, if I'm right about that automatic - and I think I am - that rocket could suddenly accelerate and whip straight towards us." "There can't be any life on board there, can there?" "I'm getting something." "Like - small meteorites... hitting our outer rim!" "There's another drop in air pressure!" "It can't be meteorites, we'd have had some warning." "Well, something - look!" "Jumping all over the place!" "It's obvious." "We must take it some minor objects have escaped from the Silver Carrier." "Objects of small mass and high density." "Then these objects would be clinging close to the rocket, Jarvis, not descending on us!" "It doesn't matter, Gemma, it really doesn't." "Don't start looking for mysteries." "I can't risk that rocket homing on this station." "What are you going to do?" "In a few moments, you're going to experience a sight rarely seen by human beings." "Leo, is that projector on standby?" "Yes, sir, moving into position now." "Jarvis, what are you going to do?" "Turn the X-ray laser on the Silver Carrier." "In a few moments you're going to witness the complete destruction of a rocket in space!"