"(DOCTOR WHO THEME)" "Still no way in." "And here is where you saw them?" "Mergrave must be told of this." "Castrovalva's harder to get into than the Doctor's cabinet." "Well, perhaps, we should get back there." "We might be able to wake him." "How?" "We can't get into him." "Well, we'll have to think of something." "It does seem the only way." "Doctor?" "Blood..." "He's gone!" "The Doctor's gone!" "The cabinet was secure." "So he had to have opened it himself." "It must've worked." "The Zero Effect." "He was feeling better." "Until whatever happened, happened." "We've got to find him." "There's more blood here...and there." "And there." "TEGAN:" "Castrovalva." "Run!" "We've got to find the Doctor." "Until he is properly regenerated, he's terribly vulnerable." "Twelve of them at least." "War party maybe." "There he is." "TEGAN:" "Perhaps he's found a way in." "NYSSA:" "Doctor!" "Doctor!" "Doctor?" "Everyone's looking for him." "Once again we wait for Ruther." "Was there ever a man with such capacity to lose both his quarry and himself?" "(ALL LAUGHING)" "This is another stranger." "Who are you, stranger?" "That's the strangest thing of all." "I'm not entirely sure." "(HORN BLOWING)" "Bring him." "TEGAN:" "Doctor!" "Come back!" "Doctor!" "(MURMURING)" "I will give orders for the fire to be lit." "We will wait for Shardovan." "Well, sirs, today has been a good adventure in the wilds beyond the walls." "And a quarry worth the name." "A fair kill, though I have seen better." "If we could cook your memories, Ruther, we should feast indeed." "(ALL LAUGHING)" "I trust, Mergrave, you've brought us something more edible than this lifeless unfortunate." "Closed without a trace." "If we had a three-micron beam wedge, though." "Well, we haven't." "I said, "If!" You taught me about if, remember?" "It's not that sort of if." "It's what we can do with what we've got." "If only we used a bit of initiative." "Come on." "We should inform the Portreeve of this man's arrival." "That has been done." "But not his purpose here." "May one know that?" "He says he doesn't know who he is, or why he has come." "Oh, I admire a man with an open mind." "My own is closed upon the opinion that I am Shardovan." "I have the order to be librarian to the dwellings of Castrovalva." "Librarian?" "Books and stuff?" "Books are the principle business of a library, sir." "Then you read?" "You all read?" "Far too much, in my opinion." "There is in this town of Castrovalva, sir, a general dedication to bodily inertia that quite defies description." "Castrovalva?" "Yes, the place to rest." "Yes, and rest you shall, sir." "Some refreshment?" "And then we must show you to your quarters." "Definitely civilisation." "(GROANING)" "We'll never get up there." "Do you wanna go back, then?" "We seem to be committed." "I understand your natural puzzlement in the matter of our outdoor garden, sir." "Mergrave has devised a new religion he calls "exercise"." "In pursuit of which belief he drives us to hunt animals in the wild beyond the walls." "The hunt?" "Yes, it's all coming back to me." "You weren't at the hunt?" "Alas, no." "Shardovan was detained by being longer in the body than the available habiliments could match." "The garments with which we stir our courage to the hunt are relics of our ancestors, a smaller breed of men, who, as I believe, wore down their stature with too much hunting." "You'll notice I'm tall." "I suppose that's why they made you librarian." "Hmm?" "Reaching down the books from the top shelf." "(ALL LAUGH)" "The stranger is recovering his wits." "A mild medicament, distilled from herbs." "You're a doctor?" "A master of physic, yes." "Not the Doctor, I suppose." "I came here to find him, I think." "It must be the Portreeve the stranger is in search of." "The Portreeve, certainly." "No one of ourselves is the least importance." "The Portreeve, a sort of magistrate?" "A man of great wisdom, sir." "He reads thoroughly the books I merely rearrange." "I'm sorry you will not dine with us tonight, but sleep." "The meat served cold tomorrow will taste the better for it." "Good night, sir." "Good night." "Yes, good night." "Drink." "It's a simple to promote healing sleep." "You're the Portreeve." "Shh." "It's past my bedtime." "If they knew I was abroad, they'd press me to this feast." "For me, as for you, sir, sleep is sometimes better nourishment than good red meat." "Please drink, sir." "Yes, that is good." "Excellent." "You'll very soon find the Doctor." "You overheard?" "I know these things." "Oh." "By the simplest of means." "When you visit breakfast with me tomorrow, you shall see the source of what my friends are pleased to call my great wisdom." "Now, sir, sleep." "Yes, it has been a long journey." "Tell me, Portreeve, off the record, will I find the Doctor here?" "Oh, yes, Doctor, very soon." "Good." "Good night, Doctor." "Good night." "Doctor?" "Doctor." "We should've told the Doctor about Adric." "You said it was dangerous." "He would've gone after him." "There might've been a chance, but now anything might've happened to the Doctor." "A rope ladder?" "Shardovan!" "Hmm?" "More strangers have arrived." "They've scaled the walls." "A new sport to replace hunting." "Where are these supermen?" "They're coming." "I must tell the Portreeve..." "No, wait." "The Doctor is here, we saw him brought in." "We're looking for the Doctor." "This is most strange." "The other visitor told us the same thing." "Other visitor?" "That must be..." "The Doctor!" "I demand to see him." "Very well." "Then show them to their quarters." "But you..." "We will not disturb the Portreeve with this news." "Old men need their sleep." "Some old men seldom sleep, Shardovan." "Is he all right?" "Tomorrow, he will be recovered." "We have to tell him about Adric." "Are you sure?" "He's still not very strong." "We must." "We have to think of Adric, too." "I know so little about telebiogenisis." "If only there were some books here." "Come along." "Wait!" "That belongs to the Doctor!" "Adric!" "No, don't turn around!" "Just listen and listen quickly." "The Master mustn't find me here." "He's in Castrovalva?" "He can find me anywhere because I'm still in his power, but you mustn't let the Doctor know." "We have to tell him." "No, rescuing me can wait." "Just listen." "The Doctor must remain in Castrovalva until his regeneration is complete." "Wait, I must get Tegan." "No, you mustn't tell anybody you saw me." "Nobody, you understand." "Doctor?" "Nyssa, lovely morning." "I'm beginning to feel quite my old self." "Or rather my new self." "No." "No, I won't do it." "I won't!" "But you've done it, boy." "A perfect impersonation of yourself." "Now we will remain untroubled by the Doctor's meddling while our plans mature." "I like your Castrovalva, Portreeve." "Very clever of them to have brought me here." "I fear we must be a little dull after the habitual excitements you describe." "Oh, the Ogrons and the Daleks and that." "No, no, I think it does us good to be reminded the universe isn't entirely peopled with nasty creatures out for themselves." "The volumes you asked for, Portreeve." "Thank you, Shardovan." "I've finished with those." "Very well." "Let me introduce, Tegan, Nyssa, Shardovan the librarian." "There is a library." "Which I hope you will visit." "I'd love to see it now." "And you shall." "There's something I want to show the Doctor." "Whoever did this certainly has a way with needle and thread." "Remarkable, isn't it?" "This device you mentioned..." "It stands before you, Doctor." "I've returned it to its state of yesterday by way of demonstration." "Do you have any books on telebiogenisis?" "The technical section is not large, you will find, but you're welcome to browse." "Fascinating demonstration, Portreeve." "How often do the pictures renew themselves?" "Life here, in the main, is very slow and unremarkable." "Only an occasion, like your visit, disturbs the cycles enough to register on the tapestry." "Some form of fast particle projection, I suppose." "Our forebears had many skills, now forgotten." "Indeed." "There's no doubt some complexity behind it but in view of what you've told me, you had better avoid such things until you are restored." "You know, I had no idea I was putting them to so much trouble." "It's a very long way for three young people to carry me." "Three, Doctor?" "Yes." "Tegan, Nyssa and..." "Tegan." "No, that's silly." "Nyssa, Tegan... and Nyssa." "Nyssa, Tegan..." "You know, I'm sure there's someone missing." "These aren't gonna help us much with Adric." "A small technical section!" "There weren't any technical books at all." "Well, let's read the history of Castrovalva." "Might tell us why." "Let's take them back to the Doctor's room." "One, two..." "Good day." "One, two..." "No, no, no." "One, two..." "Three, sir." "What?" "Three, sir, is what comes after two." "Do you know, that's exactly what I thought." "And then four and then five and then six and then seven..." "Stop, please." "You're making me dizzy." "We'll have to give you a badge for mathematical excellence." "Adric." "Adric!" "The history of Castrovalva's fascinating." "No time for that." "Where is he?" "Sorry?" "Adric." "You told him." "No." "Adric told me not to." "Adric told you?" "Adric?" "I'm so sorry, Doctor." "Please, never mind about the apologies." "I think it's time I heard all about this." "What?" "Going so soon?" "Whether for some offence we've given, or just a sudden fancy," "I cannot say." "He cannot leave." "He must not." "He seems firm in his intent." "Then we must intervene." "The Tardis." "The Zero Cabinet." "We can't go through all that again." "But once you get outside..." "Well, we'll just have to hope, won't we?" "Which is the quickest way out of here?" "Yes, well, that's democracy for you." "Come on." "I don't remember this." "DOCTOR:" "Never mind." "Come on." "I always did have a terrible sense of direction, still, as long as we keep going down..." "It's impossible." "Oh, I beg you, Doctor, reconsider this hasty departure." "For reasons of health, if not of courtesy." "Sorry, no time." "Must dash." "Come back later." "Where does this lead?" "Out, sir, if you insist." "Thank you." "TEGAN:" "That wretched square again." "Doctor, what's happening?" "Shush." "Concentrate." "This could be serious." "It's as if space has been folded in on itself." "Very like it." "Quick." "There may still be time to reverse the sense!" "Doctor, what is the occasion of this haste?" "It's affecting him, some very complex spatial disturbance." "What is it, Doctor?" "Castrovalva." "Folding in on itself deliberately." "Come on, this way." "The Doctor's room." "Oh, thank goodness." "We must get him back in the Zero Cabinet immediately." "The Zero Cabinet, it's gone." "Recursive occlusion." "Someone's manipulating Castrovalva." "We're caught in a space-time trap."