"Sincro: wyxchari" "Leave the girl; it's the man I want." "Take him to my laboratory." "Sarn, stop dithering." "Collecting this one has already put me behind schedule." "I don't want to harm him." "Seal it and label it." "Well, what are you waiting for?" "You haven't given a name for the label." "Einstein." "Insolence could cost your people dearly, Beyus." "I'm sure Beyus did not mean to appear insolent." "He would never do that." "I find your company more than enough without listening to your puerile opinions." "Then why not let Sarn go." "You have me as a hostage, you don't need her." "I shall decide my needs; they unfortunately require the use of Lakertyans." "You leave me with no illusions about the hatred you hold for us." "Hatred?" "Another fantasy." "I have no feelings one way or the other." "Outside of these experiments you simply have no significance." "I find your detachment difficult to understand." "All you need understand is that these specimens are geniuses, every one of them." "And unless they're kept in prime condition, you'll have more than the miserable skin of this creature to worry about." "Have you managed to procure the means to repair your laboratory equipment?" "Oh yes, indeed I have." "Oh no, Mel." "Ah, that was a nice nap." "Now down to business." "I'm a bit worried about the temporal flicker in sector thirteen." "There's a bicentennial refit of the TARDIS to book in." "I must just pop over to Centauri Seven and then perhaps a quick holiday." "Right, that all seems quite clear." "Just three small points." "Where am I?" "Who am I?" "And who are you?" "The Rani!" "Stay back!" "This is idiotic; you'll injure yourself." "Why should you care?" "Since you were exiled from Gallifrey, you've had nothing but contempt for all of the Time Lords." "My contempt started long before my exile." "And what d'you want with me?" "And where's Mel?" "She's perfectly safe." "But how long she remains so depends on you." "You're up to something." "Perhaps I'll find the answer on this." "You won't recognise the planet." "It's Lakertya and there's no evidence that it's ever been graced by your meddling presence." "You're trying to deflect me." "So the answer is on here." "Quarks." "One up, one down." "One..." "Strange Matter?" "That asteroid is composed of Strange Matter." "What monstrous experiment are you dabbling in now?" "I didn't go to the trouble of bringing you here just to discuss the ethics of my work." "Ethics?" "Don't be such a hypocrite." "Your past is littered with the mutilated results of your unethical experiments." "I had all I can take of that cant in our university days." "Am I expected to abandon my research because of the side effects on inferior species." "Are you prepared to abandon walking in case you squash an insect under foot?" "Stay away." "Whatever you've brought me here for, I'm having no part of it." "Leave him there." "He may be hurt." "Sarn, don't interfere." "I'll deal with you latter." "And that's the last time she will interfere." "Stay away or I'll smash this!" "Urak!" "I'll smash it to pieces!" "Urak!" "Get in here!" "Urak." "What's happening?" "The female, Sarn, has escaped, Mistress Rani." "She won't get far." "Roll up his sleeve." "Why are you doing this?" "To make sure he suffers a healthy dose of amnesia when he wakes." "Amnesia?" "That's what I said." "Where am I?" "Who are you?" "Mel." "Melanie." "Are you alright, Doctor?" "Alright?" "am I?" "Of course." "And you?" "Me?" "Yes, of course, why not." "Why not indeed." "We both are." "A bull in a barber shop." "A navigational guidance system distorter." "This would force any passing spaceship into landing here." "Where are we, by the way?" "In your laboratory, on Lakertya." "Doctor, are you sure you're well?" "Of course." "Fit as a trombone." "Fiddle." "What?" "Fit as a fiddle." "Are you?" "Nerves, I expect." "Now let's see, what were we up to?" "Mel, did you say your name was?" "You don't remember me, do you?" "Do you?" "Red hair." "I recall red hair." "Ah, who's that?" "Me." "No, standing next to you." "That's you, Doctor." "Me?" "No wonder I've lost my memory." "Look, you're supposed to be conducting an experiment, not frightening yourself to death." "An experiment?" "Yes." "It exploded and threw you to the floor, me too." "Knocked us both cold." "When I came round you looked like this." "The explosion must have caused me to regenerate." "You mean this is what you're going to be like permanently." "I want all mirrors removed from the TARDIS, henceforth." "So you remember the TARDIS?" "Oh yes, the TARDIS." "And you..." "Mel." "There's something out of sync." "I must be suffering from post-regeneration amnesia." "Oh don't worry." "It'll soon wear off." "Meanwhile, why not repair the machine." "You said it was important." "Important?" "Did I?" "I wonder what I was up to." "No, seems pretty far gone." "Need a genius to repair it." "But you're a genius." "Oh yes, I definitely remember that." "Especially in thermodynamics." "How did you know that, Mel?" "But you told me, you said it was your specialist subject when you were at university." "University?" "You remind me of someone I used to know... when I was there." "Doctor, this machine has to be repaired and you're the only person with the knowledge to do it." "Your confidence in me is very flattering, Mel." "Will you listen?" "How many more times do I have to tell you?" "I'm not your enemy." "Look, can we start from scratch?" "My name's Mel and I come from Earth." "Your turn." "This is no game." "Alright, let's try another tack." "You claim I was alone when you found me." "Oh, don't go on about this Doctor again." "I have to." "There was no one else in the strange box." "If he exists, he must have left you." "No way!" "The Doctor wouldn't do that." "If he had any sense he would." "It's not even up for discussion." "Good, I shall enjoy the silence." "Watch out!" "Now will you accept that I'm not your enemy." "We must hurry." "The Tetraps will come to investigate." "Oh, what made you think I was in league with them?" "You're not Lakertyan." "You don't belong on this planet." "Then they're human, like me?" "No not like you." "Although almost as hideous." "Come on, come on." "Come on where?" "Why I chose you as an assistant I'll never know." "Perhaps I will when I've regained my memory." "Well, what is it you want?" "Well look at me, can't you see." "Mop my brow." "What did you do that for?" "It was your fault." "A bad workman always blames his fools." "Tools!" "Blames his Tools!" "Do I detect a hint of bad temper, Mel?" "Why are you behaving so uppity?" "Could it be that you think yourself superior to me." "How could I possibly think that, Doctor?" "Quite." "Though at the moment I feel far from superior." "This is all a mystery to me." "But surely there's a catalyst?" "Oh, yes, yes." "Must you state the obvious?" "I know that its functions defuse the impulses from there with this goo." "But what's it for?" "I'm beginning to think this set-ups got nothing to do with me." "Why d'you think that?" "Omnipotence." "The mind behind this bag of tricks operates on a grand scale." "Well, all the more reason to suppose that it's you, Doctor." "Hold on." "I need a breather." "We must keep moving." "What happened to the rest of your people?" "Won't they help?" "No, they've been completely subdued." "We could at least try." "The only one they'd listen to is Beyus our leader." "Well let's go to him." "He's the hostage I wanted to exchange you for." "Ssshhh." "Listen." "Quickly!" "We can't go that way, it's completely exposed." "For once don't argue." "Hopefully they'll think we doubled back to stay undercover." "Always providing they don't flush us out first." "What's in there?" "I have no idea." "Are you as clueless as you appear, Mel?" "Don't blame me, Doctor." "I've never been inside, you wouldn't let me." "Wouldn't I?" "No." "You said the air wasn't sterile enough for humans." "That's it then, I'm doing nothing until my memory returns." "Nothing until I know what I'm about." "Oh come on now." "No, I will not work in the dark like this." "But you thrive on challenge." "I'm adamant." "This could be of some diabolical scheme." "To do what?" "That's the question." "Oh, Doctor, really." "You're just over-excited." "Here, drink this." "What is it?" "Just water." "Oh, you drink." "I don't want it." "Don't try to humour me." "Leave me alone." "You can't just loll around;" "it's simply not like you." "How d'you know what I'm like." "I've regenerated." "I mean, look at me, look at me." "Yes, you've changed outwardly." "But I'm sure deep down you still have the same sweet nature." "Perhaps this is my new persona; sulky, bad-tempered." "I mean, think how I spoke to you earlier." "But you didn't mean it, I was at fault." "Even so, that's probably how I am now." "You don't understand regeneration, Mel." "It's a lottery and I've drawn the short plank." "Anyway, I need a radiation wave meter and, brilliant as I am, even I can't improvise that." "What about the TARDIS?" "Won't there be a radiation wave meter there?" "The TARDIS?" "D'you know where it is?" "Yes." "Of course." "Oh good, I fancy a breath of fresh air." "We'll both go." "Oh wait." "Urak?" "Yes, Mistress." "Remove the girl from the TARDIS immediately." "She is not there, Mistress." "Well then find her, you incompetent fool." "Are you coming, Mel?" "Yes, Doctor, coming." "Rather unusual species." "Can't say I recognise it." "Humanoid with reptilian influences." "Wouldn't you say, Mel?" "Lakertyan." "A race so indolent they can't be bothered to bury their dead." "Really?" "Yes." "I suppose we've explored this planet." "I wish I could remember." "There's not a lot to remember." "The benevolent climate has induced lethargy." "They've failed to realise their full potential." "Rather a harsh judgment, Mel." "Not mine." "Yours." "The more I know me, the less I like me." "All right, I'll find him without you." "One thing about the Doctor, you can't miss him in that outfit." "No, I think not." "Lacks my natural humility." "Doesn't look right without a horse." "I need something more dignified, Timelord-ish." "A little portentous perhaps, Mel." "Pretentious is the word." "Old hat." "Not frilled." "How's that." "Would that bowl the maiden over?" "Yes, yes, yes." "Very elegant." "Ah thank goodness in this regeneration I've regained my impeccable sense of Haute couture." "If you've finished preening, could we please get what we came for?" "I'm sorry but you seemed to be losing control." "I was hallucinating." "I had an overwhelming sense of evil." "And there was a word, Ra..." "Ra..." "Ran..." "Rad..." "Radiation wave meter, that's what we came here for." "Oh yes." "Where d'you reckon I'd keep it?" "Tool room." "Won't be a jiffy." "Absence makes the nose grow longer." "Cretin." "Yes, Urak." "What is it?" "I have found the lost girl, Mistress." "Focus in on her." "Certainly, Mistress Rani." "Rani, that's the name, the evil name." "Is that her, Doctor?" "Yes." "Yes, it must be." "Yes." "And she's evil." "Completely." "Then she must be destroyed." "Destroyed?" "Let's not be hasty."