"Borkar!" "Borkar, where are you?" "Yes?" "The two fugitives have escaped." "All exits to the main block are to be guarded." "That's Bret Vyon!" "Yes, he's dead." "The others must be killed as well." "They will be shot on sight..." "But aim for the head!" "Where's Bret?" "He's right behind us, I think." "He's probably dealing with that girl." "Oh, most irritating man!" "Come along in here, quickly." "Strange room." "Now I wonder what that is?" "Yeah, there are mice inside." "Funny sort of cage for mice." "Yes, it, er, could be some kind of... transmitter, mm?" "Hope Bret finds us." "Well, I suggest you stay at that door and if you hear any noise outside it's bound to be him." "Yes, if he's moving fast enough." "Yes, mice, yes." "Perhaps it is some kind of experiment?" "Are they ready yet?" "Pressure count seems to have risen again." "We'll have to go ahead anyway." "All Continuum readings are perfect." "No, wait, just for a moment." "Have you seen two strangers?" "Get out!" "We're looking for two men who headed in this direction." "I don't care who you're looking for." "We're in the middle of a highly complicated experiment now get out of here!" "We're all right now." "All readings registering normal." "Once again, will you get out of here?" "Starting dissemination countdown in ten seconds... from... now." "I think I heard someone." "You will stay right where you are, both of you." "I'll give you five seconds to hand over that Taranium." "Let me speak, please..." "The Taranium!" "Open up!" "Time molecule absorption." "Planet-side power falling." "Projections alpha zero, zero, zeta." "Instruments register perfect dissemination." "Good." "Cut in computer control." "Perfect." "Absolutely perfect!" "Just as I hoped." "Hey!" "Someone's opened the door!" "Hey?" "Quick!" "Just what do you think you're doing?" "What's going on in this room?" "We have been carrying out a molecular dissemination." "And if you Space Security people would stop interfering we'd be able to get along a lot faster!" "Looks as though it was perfect." "You don't understand!" "Have you touched anything in this room?" "No!" "But there were three people in here - where are they?" "There can't have been." "There were only my mice." "I know" " I set them here myself." "You've got to get them back." "Get them back?" "But we can't." "What do you mean, you can't?" "You must!" "You don't seem to understand." "Anyone or anything that was in this room at the time of the experiment... is now being transmitted through space." "Yes, my friend." "They're many light years from Earth by now." "Moving towards a strange planet, in a strange galaxy the nature of which we can only guess at..." "Has any message been received from Earth?" "No" "Contact Mavic Chen and ask for a report." "He should be bringing the Taranium Core by this time." "I Obey" "How long will it take till you know if your "experiment" is successful." "We don't know." "Once the instruments re-form on the planet Mira, they should start transmitting immediately." "Would it not have been wiser to choose a nearer planet than Mira?" "The whole point was the distance." "We already know that certain small objects can be sent by cellular fragmentation over some short distances." "And will these people arrive safely?" "We don't know." "We've never tried to transpose people in this way before." "Why didn't you stop when Space Security came in." "The experiment had already started." "We couldn't stop." "You're a fool!" "Why didn't you make them stop?" "There wasn't time." "And we didn't know where these people were." "Inform me as soon as you know that your mechanism has reached Mira." "Of course." "Is there no sign of anything yet?" "No, no... ah!" "I think something's coming through." "Hey... yes!" "The instruments reassembled successfully, and the mice were alive." "You know that might mean nothing." "You realise the Daleks might just..." "assemble a force and conquer us!" "And there'd be nothing we can do." "We still have the power." "Where?" "They are expecting me now to arrive with the Taranium." "Calm down." "Mira is not far from Kembel is it?" "It's nearer Kembel then Earth is." "But what help is that?" "Tell the Daleks that you trapped the fugitives in the Cellular Projector and sent them to Mira on purpose." "You're mad!" "Am I?" "It was a safety measure." "Unwelcome attention was being paid to the fugitives so you sent them to Mira on purpose." "Ah, we could attribute it to a too efficient security system." "It'll show conclusively that we're completely allied to the Daleks." "They would trust us the more." "Exactly." "Wait." "How do we know that the Taranium wasn't destroyed on the way?" "We don't." "But the..." "No buts!" "The only reason that you as Guardian of the Solar System were admitted to the Universal Council were because of our superior knowledge of mineralogy." "Without us they cannot get Taranium." "Without me their plan cannot completely work." "Without me, they are but nothing!" "Nothing!" "When I am next to the Daleks only they stand between me and the highest position in the universe." "Then will be the time for me to take complete control." "You are a fortunate man, Karlton." "You will have a high place in galactic history." "The highest... next to you." "The mice couldn't have done that!" "Extraordinary, most extraordinary." "Steven?" "Steven, my boy, where are you?" "Doctor!" "...Doctor!" "All right, all right, all right." "What's going on?" "Where are we?" "What on Earth's happened?" "Calm down, calm down!" "I don't know where we are." "We're safe and sound - that's the main thing." "Oh, I suppose she had to come along, eh?" "Yes, but what's happened?" "All I know is, when she was about to shoot us, there... there was this fantastic noise!" "Yes, I'm very glad that you took that gun away from her." "Is she all right?" "She hasn't come round yet." "Pull yourself together, Madam." "I want to ask you some few questions." "What?" "Take a good look round, dear boy." "And find a place to hide." "Right." "We've a lot to sort out." "You!" "The traitors!" "I must..." "Quiet!" "Do as you're told!" "Get on your feet." "You're lucky to be alive." "Now you come with me, and don't try any tricks." "Come along." "The pursuit ship reports that they have landed on the planet Mira." "Have they located the fugitives?" "The detectors register strong readings." "When the fugitives are captured report at once." "I obey." "Feeling better?" "I'll feel a lot better when we get out of this place." "Getting away from this place sets quite a problem." "Where are we?" "At the moment, I haven't the faintest idea." "Oh!" "But how did we get here?" "Cellular... dissemination." "Cellular what?" "To put it... in lay language, cellular... dissemination means our bodies were broken up by some process or other shot through into the fourth dimension and at a given point reassembled again on this planet." "That's fantastic." "Impossible." "Fantastic it may be, my boy, but impossible no, because precisely that is what has happened." "Yes, but Doctor what about that, er, transmitter thing?" "You know the one with the mice in it." "Yes, that followed along too and I believe it's sending messages back to Earth." "Now that would mean that Mavic Chen will know precisely where we are." "Therefore, the Daleks will attack once again." "Detector indicates being at close range." "An alien device." "There are small white creatures inside." "They may be hostile." "It is sending out signals." "It may belong to the fugitives and register our presence here." "Destroy it." "Detector still registers being is very close." "I can see nothing." "There is a being near us." "Fire at any movement." "The beings appear to be invisible." "We must continue the search for the fugitives." "Keep constant detector readings" "Open fire when it registers close proximity." "I obey." "I can't understand it." "We were getting such powerful signals now we're getting absolutely nothing." "A technical fault?" "Well it couldn't be, just like that." "Those criminals must have damaged it." "Why didn't they do it when they first arrived?" "Perhaps they have only just found it." "You are certain that there are no natural beings on Mira?" "Not to our knowledge." "Our probes have never shown any." "That's why we sent the mice." "I was hoping that they might perhaps..." "Oh dear, perhaps we should send some more mice?" "No." "Send nothing further to Mira." "Inform me as soon as you regain any form of contact." "In the meantime send no further matter to that planet." "I might have known it" " Visians!" "The planet Mira!" "But he was the one person who could have warned Earth!" "So you say." "You killed Bret!" "You just shot him down!" "He was a traitor." "Between the three of you, you had stolen the Taranium the most valuable mineral in the universe." "It was needed desperately to spread the peace which was advanced in the solar system, to reach the whole galaxy." "What was the Taranium going to do?" "How should I know?" "I had my orders." "Oh, your orders!" "And even though it meant killing one of your own people you obeyed them blindly, without question!" "One does not question the orders of the Guardian." "Oh, you didn't even stop to think how it came to happen." "That a space security agent, one of your own people, was a traitor?" "No!" "You didn't give Bret a chance, did you?" "You couldn't question Chen and you wouldn't question Bret." "Look, what do you want me to say?" "That I believe your fantastic story?" "It's true." "It mustn't be." "I'm afraid it is, my dear." "But Bret had to be killed." "Shut up!" "Bret Vyon was my brother." "Leave her, my boy." "There's nothing we can do." "She finally believes us." "Something... touched me!" "It's all right." "Steven!" "Listen to me, both of you." "This is the planet Mira." "And the only beings on here are the Visians." "We can't see them but they're very vicious." "We must try to get away from here as soon as possible." "But how?" "I don't know yet." "Is that them?" "Yes, and it appears we're trapped!" "I am certain that the Daleks have already reached Mira." "That means I must return to Kembel at once." "Of course." "Everything is arranged." "Good." "It looks as though the Daleks have believed my story." "I must be there before the Taranium's bought back." "If it is?" "Wait till you hear from me, then take your party to Venus." "Whatever happens we shall outwit the Daleks!" "We should be able to destroy Kembel with help from the rest of the solar system." "But that will only mean mastery of this galaxy." "But a start, Karlton, a start." "I don't think they've quite fathomed us out." "Well, when we beat our way through we've got to stick together." "And you remember my boy, aim high." "These Visians are eight feet tall." "Daleks!" "You're right Doctor, they've come." "You are surrounded." "You will come with us." "I'm afraid, my friends, the Daleks have won."