"Sincro: wyxchari" "And how was I to know it was detention centre transport?" "Oh well, I can see us being locked up for months - sewing mail bags probably." "I mean, let's face it - nobody's listened to us so far." "That thing - what was it?" "A Tyrannosaurus Rex - the largest and fiercest predator of all time." "But... but those things died out millions of years ago?" "Yeah, sixty-five million years ago, to be precise." "What...?" "They've gone!" "Oh no!" "Ow!" "Sorry." "Ooh!" "There we are." "Right, now let's review the situation." "A prehistoric monster's turned up in central London." "Well, how..." "how do you know it's only central London?" "Cos those soldiers were talking about the central zone, weren't they?" "But where did that monster come from?" "Ah, that's a very good question, Sarah." "Suppose... suppose there was an egg, buried in the ground somewhere, and somehow or other it hatched out?" "What - producing a sweet little baby monster?" "Yes." "Ah... no." "Now, how would it, er, grow to that size without anyone noticing it?" "Perhaps somebody kept it as a pet and turned it out when it got too big to feed?" "!" "Oh!" "Anyway, aren't you forgetting that Pterodactyl that attacked us in the warehouse?" "I suppose you've got the explanation then?" "Yes, as a matter of fact, I think I have." "Hello, who are you?" "Back!" "Back, accursed wizard!" "Wizard?" "I'm no wizard, I assure you." "You've got no need to be frightened of me." "Doctor!" "Be careful." "How did you get here?" "The witch - she's cast a spell on me." "I'll tell the priest and have her burned!" "Yes, yes, of course." "Look, do you know what year it is?" "What's the name of the King?" "Well, Richard, of course." "But he's in the Holy Land." "John rules now." "Look, take the curse off me, wizard?" "Send me home?" "I only wish I could." "Send me home." "Send me home or you die!" "I'm afraid I don't have that power." "Well... what happened?" "He... he was going to kill you." "Fascinating!" "Absolutely fascinating!" "That was a time eddy." "For a moment there, time went backwards." "What?" "Soldiers - they're searching!" "They're coming nearer!" "Can you bolt that door?" "No!" "Back!" "Bri..." "Brigadier!" "What do you think you're doing, Doctor?" "It all started just after you, Doctor, and as we later discovered, Miss Smith, went off on your last little jaunt." "We were helping you, and if you knew what we'd been through...!" "Yes, some other time, Miss Smith, if you don't mind?" "A variety of prehistoric reptiles began to appear in the central London area." "There was, as you can imagine, considerable panic and some loss of life." "How many of these things have been seen up to now?" "Well, the pins the sighting..." "It's a colour code, Doctor." "We're using red pins for Tyrannosaurus, blue for Triceratops, green for the Stegosaurus and pink for your actual Pterodactyl." "Thank you, Benton." "We soon realised that these creatures only appeared in central London." "We therefore evacuated the entire area and set up this temporary HQ, which as you can see from the map, is on the periphery of the zone." "You've evacuated everybody?" "Eight million people." "I'm happy to say the evacuation was carried out without a hitch." "Course, the criminal element has been taking advantage of the situation." "Looters, you mean - like those people we met?" "There's been quite a bit of that, I'm afraid." "But we're keeping them under control." "Well, that's absolutely marvellous, Brigadier." "Now what're you doing about the real problem?" "Well, as soon as these creatures appear, we make sure that they're contained within the evacuated zone, and don't wander off into populated areas." "Well having contained them, what do you do then?" "Ah, well that's where you come in, Doctor." "So far we've absolutely no idea where they're coming from..." "or come to that, where they go." "Where they go?" "Yes, that's one of the few good things about the entire situation." "According to my patrols, they seem to... vanish just disappear." "No one sees 'em come, no one sees 'em go." "But things that size, w... where could they go?" "Well, that's pretty obvious, isn't it, Sarah?" "Back where they came from - into the past." "Alright, Brigadier, you can have your extra patrols." "But I warn you, I shall expect results." "Mike, my dear fellow, how are you?" "Doctor..." "Good to see you again." "Who's this?" "Er, sir, this is the Doctor - our scientific advisor." "Ohh..." "we've been waiting for you, you know?" "May I ask where you've been?" "Certainly." "Well?" "You can ask but I don't guarantee that you'll get a reply." "D..." "Doctor, this is General Finch." "He's in overall charge of the entire operation." "Oh, is he indeed?" "How do you do, General?" "The Doctor's already come up with a most interesting theory, sir." "He believes these creatures are coming to us from the past." "Hmm!" "Very interesting - how?" "Yes, erm..." "Doctor?" "Oh, somebody or something is operating a temporal displacement on a very vast scale." "Never mind your scientific gobbledygook..." "The creatures are being brought from the past into the present, General, staying here for a while and then returning to their own time." "Rubbish!" "I take it then that you have a better theory?" "Yes." "Some mad scientist fellow has been secretly breeding these things." "Now they've all got away." "Ah, no, General, now I thought that, but if you think about..." "Who's this?" "Oh, Sarah Jane Smith, how do you do?" "Civilians are not allowed in this zone." "Have her evacuated immediately." "Er, Miss Smith is presently acting as my assistant, General." "You were saying, my dear?" "Well, we've just met a man from the past a peasant from the age of King John." "No, honestly, General - it's true!" "I'm not staying here to listen to this rubbish." "I think you'll find it is worth listening to the Doctor, sir." "He's given us a great deal of help in the past." "Okay, out." "Sergeant?" "Another sighting." "Oh, thank you, Ogden." "Where is it, Benton?" "Section five, sir." "Somewhere here." "Send for the artillery right away." "We shall need field guns." "Sir." "You'll do no such thing, Brigadier." "I'll thank you to stop interfering..." "General..." "We need to study this creature, not shoot at it." "How much do you think we'll learn from a dead dinosaur?" "Come on, Brigadier." "I want you to take me down there right away." "Alright, where is it?" "It's behind that building, sir." "I've put an observer up on the roof keeping track of it." "It's coming this way, sir!" "Good grief!" "It's a Stegosaurus!" "Splendid specimen." "No, no, don't shoot!" "I want to take a good look at it." "Be careful, Doctor!" "Don't worry, Brigadier, it's a vegetarian." "Well, after all that business in Wales with the giant maggots, I had to have a spot of leave." "Suppose it was a reaction really?" "Oof!" "I'm not surprised." "As soon as I get back, of course, all this business blows up." "It's weird seeing London like this all those deserted streets." "I rather like it." "Excuse me, sir." "Trap two, over." "Have you noticed the air?" "Mmm?" "It's clean - no cars, no people." "Do you know yesterday I saw a fox in Piccadilly?" "And nightingales in Berkeley Square?" "It's not impossible." "No... no, I like London the way it was, traffic jams and all." "Yes, I expect you're right." "Okay, out." "Sir?" "Message from spotter control, sir." "The Doctor and the Brigadier have arrived." "Oh, and the Doctor now has the monster under close observation, miss." "Right, we'll need some rope and a strong net." "You intend to capture it?" "Yes, of course." "I want to observe it under laboratory conditions." "Have you got any rope?" "We've got some towing rope, sir." "You're going to tie it up?" "That's my intention, yes." "Alright, Corporal, carry on." "Right, sir." "That creature has an amiable disposition, Brigadier, and a brain about the size of a walnut." "I think we should be able to deal with it, don't you?" "The rope, sir." "Well, of all the lunatic schemes." "Alright then, let's give him a hand." "It's gone!" "It must have gone round the corner, sir." "Should we go after it?" "It's alright, Corporal, don't bother." "Disappeared?" "You mean you disappeared when it got too close?" "No, sir." "Then what happened?" "How did you lose it?" "I've no idea, sir." "One moment we were discussing the possibility of capturing it and the next, it had gone." "Vanished into thin air, I suppose?" "Yes, General Finch." "That is precisely what happened." "Did you see this happen?" "Well, not exactly." "The Brigadier and his men couldn't see what happened, sir - they were temporally affected by a time eddy." "A what?" "Whenever a creature appears or disappears, the temporal displacement causes a localised distortion in time." "Now as far as the people in the immediate vicinity were concerned, time literally runs backwards, so naturally, they'd have no recollection of what had occurred." "The man's mad!" "Temporal displacement!" "Time travel is impossible - we all know that." "I've travelled through time, General." "The Doctor knows what he's talking about." "Sir, suppose we accept the Doctor's theory, for the purposes of discussion?" "What happens next?" "Well, we must capture one of the creatures." "And what good will that do?" "Well, I think a study of one of these dinosaurs, General, might lead me to the source." "It couldn't be a natural phenomenon, could it, Doctor?" "Something going wrong with time?" "Then why are they contained to this one area?" "These giant reptiles existed all over the planet, Mike." "They'd be popping up everywhere." "Doctor, what about that man we saw in the garage?" "Well, I think he was an accident." "Whoever's responsible for these apparitions, General, is operating from somewhere in this area." "You're overlooking one thing this whole zone has been evacuated." "Well, that's where you're wrong, Mike." "Someone's there and whoever it is is using vast amounts of power." "But all power's been cut off in central London just minimal emergency supplies." "Then someone, Brigadier, is making their own!" "Power output holding steady." "Good." "The next time transference is due in one hour, Professor." "It may have to wait." "One must maintain the time transference on schedule." "The sequence has been carefully calculated." "How can I be expected to work on the main project when I have these constant distractions?" "Well these distractions have emptied London for us." "We must keep the authorities off balance." "Very well, Butler, but it will not be my responsibility if the countdown is delayed." "Do you really think you can knock out a dinosaur with that thing?" "Naturally." "How?" "By a simple molecular reaction." "I see." "I doubt it." "The principle hasn't really been developed on Earth yet." "But what exactly will it do?" "Well, temporarily neutralise creatures brain cells." "I didn't think these creatures had any brains?" "All animals have brains of some sort, Mike." "What'll happen to the dinosaur when you switch this thing on?" "It'll faint." "And what will you do with your monster when you've got it?" "Well, surround it with an electrical field and wait for it to disappear." "And what'll that tell you?" "Well, the source of the power that is moving these creatures through time." "Will you get an accurate fix?" "Mmm, pretty accurate - enough for the Brigadier and his merry men to round up the guilty parties anyway." "Jolly good, Doctor." "Well I think I'd better let you get on with it." "Yes, that would be helpful." "Doctor?" "Listen, Doctor, that General Finch is being impossible." "What are you making?" "Oh no!" "Look, ask Captain Yates, there's a good girl." "Can I help you, Miss Smith?" "Er, yes, a... that wretched General of yours - he's trying to have me evacuated." "You're a ci... civilian." "You've got no official status." "Oh, nonsense!" "I'm the Doctor's assistant, aren't I, Doctor?" "Mmm?" "Yes, yes, anything you like." "There you are." "Tell you what." "I'll fix you up with a temporary pass, but just stay out of sight of General Finch." "Scuse me." "Yes, thank you." "What did you say that thing is?" "I didn't." "Can I help at all?" "No." "Oh, come on, Doctor." "I'm supposed to be your assistant." "There must be something I can do." "Well, there is." "What?" "Go away." "Oh." "Alright." "I'll go and chat up that nice Captain Yates." "Yeah, I'm sure he'll enjoy that." "I'll leave you in peace then!" "Ah, there you are, Doctor - now what are you up to?" "Oh no!" "Our friend from UNIT is here." "What?" "He has strict instructions never to come here." "He says there's some kind of an emergency, he must see you." "Alright, bring him in." "What is it?" "I'm sorry, Professor, but I thought I'd better warn you..." "This is the Doctor, sir, our scientific advisor." "Doctor, this is the Right Honourable Charles Grover, Minister with special powers." "I do apologise for the interruption, Doctor." "I realise how busy you are." "Well, I'm glad somebody does." "I understand you may be able to help us find a solution to this crisis?" "Yes, I sincerely hope so." "Aren't you the chap who started the Save planet Earth society?" "I had something to do with it." "You also wrote that book" " Last chance for man, didn't you?" "Yes, that's right." "Oh, my dear Grover, I'm delighted to meet you." "This planet needs people like you." "Yes, of course." "You two have a great deal in common." "The Doctor's very keen on this anti-pollution business." "And so should you be, Brigadier." "It affects all our lives." "Oh, quite, sir, quite." "Now I mustn't keep you, Doctor, I just wanted to make your acquaintance." "Oh, nonsense, nonsense, no need to rush away." "Come over here, let me explain to you what I'm doing." "Now then, in the first place..." "That's absolute nonsense." "There's no way he can find us." "If the Doctor says he can do it, I believe him." "He's probably the greatest scientist on this planet." "That is a matter of opinion." "You realise what'll happen if he's right?" "It'll be the end of Operation Golden Age everything we've planned will be ruined." "Very well, if he's such a danger to us, you will have to deal with him." "How?" "Well, you're the soldier." "I'll do nothing to harm the Doctor, nor will I allow him to be harmed." "If we descend to that sort of thing, we're no better than the society we intend to replace." "Captain Yates, I respect your principles but if the Doctor succeeds in capturing a dinosaur then the whole project may be jeopardised." "But what can we do?" "You must sabotage the Doctor's stun gun." "Mmm hmm." "Well, I admire your courage, Doctor." "I only hope it works." "I think it will." "All we need now is a dinosaur to try it out on." "We're doing our best to get you one, Doctor." "All my spotter patrols are on maximum alert." "Tell me, Doctor, have you any theories as to why all this is happening?" "Yes." "I believe these dinosaurs are being used purely as a terror weapon in order to clear central London." "But why?" "Well, presumably, so that some vast project can be carried out - something for which people will get in the way." "Yes, but why London?" "Who not the Yorkshire moors or the highlands of Scotland?" "Why indeed?" "Well, there must be some overriding reason." "There must be something that they need that's only available to them here." "Sir, they've spotted one." "Section twelve power station." "The Chief Engineer said if we don't remove it quickly, he'll have to switch off." "Any idea what kind it is?" "Er, Pato-something?" "Apatosaurus, commonly known as the Brontosaurus - large, placid and stupid." "That's exactly what we need." "Transport standing by, Doctor." "Will you excuse us, Minister?" "I'll let you know as soon as we've captured it." "Come on, Brigadier." "There you are, Captain Yates." "Attach this device to the Doctor's stun gun and it will be rendered completely ineffective." "Where is it?" "It's round that corner, sir." "It's round there." "Jolly good." "Right, let's go and take a look at it." "Right, Collins, put this back there." "Right, Corporal." "You sure this is the kind you want, Doctor?" "It's rather large." "The bigger, the better, Brigadier." "Really, why is that?" "Well, the larger the mass, the greater the temporal displacement for my instruments to measure." "Doctor, suppose this gadget of yours doesn't work?" "Then I shall simply turn round and come back - feeling rather foolish." "Isn't that thing dangerous?" "Not unless it's roused, Captain Yates." "Mind you I wouldn't like to try it on a Tyrannosaurus Rex." "Right, bring the Doctor's, erm..." "that thing in my jeep." "Bring it over here." "It's alright, Corporal." "I'll get it." "Sir." "We'll be ready with covering fire." "That won't be necessary." "Just in case, Doctor." "Stand by!" "Fire!"