"Sincro: wyxchari" "Surely you don't need to wear anti-radiation gear, professor?" "In case of an emergency, my dear." "I may have to join Mr. Hyde in a hurry." "Report, Mr. Hyde?" "Interstitial activity- nil." "Molecular structure - stable." "Four-o, four-five, five-o." "Increase in power." "Isolate matrix scanner." "Check." "Six-o, six-five, seven-o, seven-five..." "Increase in power!" "It's gone into the second quadrant already, professor." "I know what I'm doing, doctor." "Initiating transfer - now." "Ten, nine, eight..." "Seven, six, five..." "Four, three, two, one..." "I'm getting too much power!" "I can't hold it!" "Switch off!" "Turn it off, professor!" "Turn it off!" "Come, Kronos, come!" "Stuart!" "No, wait!" "It's too dangerous!" "Professor!" "Right, Jo." "Jo?" "Oh, good grief!" "Cut the power!" "I can't, it won't budge!" "Then reverse the polarity!" "What?" "Reverse the temporal polarity!" "Is it safe to go in?" "No, no wait." "What is all this about?" "Oh, for heaven's sake!" "There's a man in there!" "Right, the level should be alright now." "Doctor?" "Stuart!" "If this meant to be some kind of a joke..." "What on earth is going on?" "!" "Who is this?" "My assistant - but Stuart's only twenty-five!" "Twenty-five?" "But this man's eighty or more?" "What's happening, Doctor?" "Are we too late?" "On the contrary, Jo, I think we're just in time." "How is he?" "Well, what he needs at the moment is rest." "We'll get him to the hospital later." "He must have been a pretty tough youngster." "He was." "Well, lucky for him." "Otherwise the shock of the change would have finished him off." "But will he be alright?" "Yes, he'll survive." "Yes, but how long for, Doctor?" "He's an old man." "What caused it, Doctor - some sort of radioactivity?" "No, it was more than that." "A change in metabolism?" "Well, that's more like it, Jo, but it still isn't the answer - even if the metabolic rate had increased a hundredfold." "That's impossible." "Well, of course it is." "Even if it wasn't, the change in him would have taken... seven or eight months, not eight seconds." "Well, there's only one thing I know which makes people old..." "And that is?" "Anno Domini, Doctor - age, the passing of time." "We all know that." "Mmm, congratulations, Brigadier." "I think you've provided the explanation." "Well, glad to be of service." "What did I say?" ""The passing of time. " - that's the only possible answer." "Stuart's own personal time speeded up so enormously that his own physiological life passed by in a moment." "But why?" "How did it happen?" "Well, the professor might know but he seems to have disappeared." "What professor?" "Professor Thascales" " TOMTIT's his baby." "Thascales!" "Really, the arrogance of that man is beyond belief!" "Well, who's arrogance?" "Doctor, I wish you wouldn't talk in riddles." "Perhaps a classical education would have helped you, Brigadier." "Thascales is a Greek word." "Thascales?" "I get it" " Thascales is Greek for "Master"!" "Right, Jo." "Mmm, no..." "He's coming round." "...oh no, help me, help..." "It's alright, it's alright, you're quite safe!" "...not safe, no, nobody's safe..." "Shh!" "It's alright." ".. no one's safe - oh, he's here... he..." "Shh!" "...he's here, I saw him, I saw him." "Oh, the poor boy's delirious." "No, no, no..." "Don't try to speak, Stu, just rest." "No, no, let him talk." "Who did you see, Stuart?" "Answer me." "...danger, the... the crystal..." "Please stop this, Doctor, please?" "Look, answer me!" "Stuart, who did you see?" "Go easy, Doctor." "No... no..." "Doctor, please?" "Be quiet - both of you!" "Now answer me - who did you see?" "Answer me!" "The..." "K..." "Kronos!" "Kronos?" "Yes, of course!" "I should have known." "Dr. Ingram, I want you to come with me." "I want you to tell me everything that you know about that machine of yours." "Shall I come?" "No, no, you stay here with Stuart." "Phone me immediately he starts talking again." "You'd better lock the door behind us, Miss Grant." "Brigadier, don't hang about." "I have a job for you too, you know?" "Newton..." "Institute..." "Wootton." "Got that, sir." "Over." "Say again, sir, I didn't quite get that, over." "I said bring some men with you." "I feel as naked as a babe in his bath." "I'll want light and heavy machine guns." "Oh, and Yates?" "Shove a couple of anti-tank guns in the boot, will you?" "Over." "You got tanks there, sir?" "Over." "You never know, Captain, you never know." "Over." "Right, sir, and, er, when, sir?" "I mean - how soon?" "Over." "Oh, the usual, Captain Yates, about ten minutes ago." "Oh, Yates, the Doctor wants you to bring his TARDIS with you." "Alright?" "Over." "Right, sir." "Out." "I'm sorry, Charles, but the whole thing smells of bad fish, _." "But I'd take my reputation on the professor's integrity." "You already have, Charles, you already have." "A foolish gamble, gone wrong." "Now, it's not surprising that you lost." "Please, Humphrey!" "I can see no alternative to a full Whitehall inquiry." "I can only hope that we don't have to... parade our dirty linen at Westminster, not to mention Brussels." "Forgive me, Mr. Cook?" "Dr. Cook." "I'm so sorry, Dr. Cook." "I couldn't help overhearing what you said." "Well?" "This affair's no longer in your hands, sir." "I beg your pardon?" "This is now a security matter." "I've taken over." "You have no right..." "I'm sorry, sir." "I've every right" " Subsection 3A of the preamble to the Seventh Enabling Act." "Paragraph 24G, if I remember rightly." "Oh..." "So, bearing in mind the Official Secrets Act as well, you'll please make certain that you say not a word about today's events to anybody - either of you." "That's all very well..." "Be quiet, Proctor." "You can't possible have sufficient grounds for such high-handed behaviour." "This man, Thascales, he's a dangerous criminal and an escaped prisoner." "Sufficient grounds?" "Oh, well, er, yes." "Come along, Proctor, don't stand about!" "You'll be hearing from us, Charles." "Oh, excuse me, sir?" "Dr. Percival?" "Er... what?" "You feeling quite well, sir?" "Yes, yes, of course I am." "Oh, this whole matter is... a shock, but... what did you want?" "I'd like this whole place evacuated of all but essential personnel at once, please." "I can't think, Brigadier, you have the slightest idea of what you're asking." "There are projects in train..." "I'm sorry, sir, but it's absolutely necessary." "Now, Sergeant Benton will keep an eye on this machine of yours until the troops arrive." "But I can't be held responsible for the consequences unless you do as I ask." "Brigadier, you may enjoy playing at soldiers..." "By three o'clock, please, Dr. Percival." "And if the Master contacts you, don't try to hold onto him." "Just let me know at once." "Who?" "I'm sorry." "Of course, I mean the professor." "Well, he'll be miles away by now." "I doubt it." "There's no reason why he should know we're onto him." "He'll be back." "Any trouble?" "Well, I've been a bit lonely, but that's all." "Good, good." "But, Doctor, why won't you explain?" "Because I must find out whether I'm right - that's why." "Now where's the crystal?" "It's through here." "There." "The crystal of Kronos!" "So I am right!" "Kronos?" "Well, that's what Stuart said." "Look, Doctor, what is all this about?" "Well... it'll be difficult to accept" " I warn you." "Well, try me." "Well, luckily you are already familiar with the idea of stepping outside of space-time." "I've lived with the concept for months." "And I've lived with it for many long years." "I've been there." "You have?" "Yes, I have." "Strange place it is too." "Place that is no place... a dangerous place where... creatures love beyond your wildest imagination" " Chronovores, time eaters." "They swallow a life as quickly as a boa constrictor can swallow a rabbit, fur and all." "Are you saying that..." "Kronos is one of these creatures?" "I am." "The most fearsome of the lot!" "You!" "What're you doing here?" "Now don't panic." "Shut the door and come here." "But they'll find you." "Not if you keep your head." "Why should they look for me here anyway?" "Look, don't fidget, please!" "But Kronos was a Greek legend." "He was the Titan who ate his children, wasn't he?" "Yes, exactly." "And what's more, one of those children in the legend was Poseidon, the god of Atlantis." "Are you trying to tell us that the classical gods are real?" "Well, yes and no." "Extraordinary people, the Atlantians, you know." "Even more extraordinary than their cousins in Athens." "Huh!" "Once reality became unbearable for them, they would invent a legend to tame it." "You mean, like the legend of Kronos?" "Quite so." "Kronos, a living creature, was drawn at a time by the priests of Atlantis, using that crystal as its centre." "You mean, that... that crystal is the original?" "The actual crystal from Atlantis?" "It is, and your friend, the professor, is trying to use that crystal, as it was used four thousand years ago, to capture the Chronavore." "So that's what you meant when you talked of terrible danger." "Danger to us, you mean, Doctor, or to the whole world?" "Not just danger to our world, Sergeant - or even our galaxy... but to the entire created universe!" "But suppose somebody should walk in here now and find me talking to you." "Oh dear, you are a worrier, aren't you?" "!" "Come here... closer." "Now look into my eyes." "There is nothing to worry about." "Everything will be alright if you just obey me." "Just obey me..." "Obey..." "I must obey... everything will be alright." "That's better." "Now you go along there and carry along with your telephoning, and let me get on with my sums." "You know, it's a long time since I came across a hypnotic subject who turned out to be as good as you are." "Hmm!" "It's just like old times!" "There are two things I don't quite understand, though?" "One is the massive power build up that you had, and the second is the strength of the signal that I received on the time sensor." "Yes, but you said yourself it picks up all time field disturbances." "Oh, indeed it does." "The strength of the signal was far too strong for an apparatus as crude as this." "However..." "Ah..." "Well, what is it, Doctor?" "Yes, well I thought it would be around here somewhere." "This, Sergeant, is the Master's TARDIS." "E to the power of seven, E equals MC cubed." "Squared." "Er, yes, thank you at once." "What?" "E equals MC squared, not cubed." "Not in the extra-temporal physics of the time vortex." "Oh dear, now you've made me lose my place." "You're an interfering dolt, Percival!" "I am sorry." "What are you doing?" "Ah, dear, I am trying to find out why we had that massive power build-up." "It makes the whole experiment uncontrollable, even the filter didn't prevent it... and logically, it just shouldn't happen." "Logically, it just shouldn't happen." "But it did." "Yes, indeed it did." "So, there's only one thing left for us to do." "Wouldn't you agree, Sergeant?" "Oh, yes, sure - what, for instance?" "Switch on, and take a look for ourselves." "Right." "It's reading ten already." "But that's impossible!" "Doctor?" "Doctor, the crystal's glowing." "Sergeant, now you're a strong young man, go in there and pick up that crystal, will you?" "Doctor!" "Stuart w..." "It's perfectly safe at this low level, believe me." "If you say so, Doctor." "I do." "It's fixed down." "No, it isn't you know." "You can see it isn't." "Well, I can't shift it." "No... no, of course you can't." "Do you know why you can't shift it?" "Because that crystal isn't really here at all." "It's made the jump through interstitial time." "Must to be linked to that other crystal all those thousands of years ago." "Or rather it is the other crystal." "But then where is the original one?" "Where do you think?" "In Atlantis, of course." "Holiness!" "Holiness!" "Come quickly!" "The crystal is afire!" "At last!" "At last, Kronos, the time is come!" "And wait your call!" "'Scuse me, Doctor." "Sergeant Benton?" "Ah, hello, Miss Grant." "Yeah, yeah, he's here." "Oh, I see." "Look, hang on a sec..." "Doctor?" "Mmm?" "Doctor, it's Jo." "She says Stuart Hyde's coming to." "He's in a bit of a state, it seems." "Alright." "Tell her I'm on my way." "You'd better stay here, Sergeant." "Right." "You coming, Ruth, er Dr. Ingam?" "Ruth will do." "Hello, Jo?" "It's alright, I heard." "Well, no, no, not scared exactly." "Just a bit, well you know - churned up." "Yeah, and a merry Michaelmas to you too!" "Kronos.." "Oh, lor', I'm forgetting my patient." "See you, Sergeant." "Krono..." "You alright?" "I felt him coming back..." "Who?" "Kronos." "Oh, don't let him touch me..." "It's alright, you're alright." "Oh, I'm burning... burning..." "You're quite safe, honestly." "Shh, shh..." "You're safe." "Who are you?" "I'm Jo." "Oh, where am I?" "You're in your own room." "Oh, I've got the grand-daddy of all hangovers." "Oh, oh..." "My hands!" "What...?" "Well... it's alright..." "What's happened to my hands?" "It's alright, honestly." "My mirror?" "It's a difficult thing to..." "Where's my mirror?" "There isn't." "Give me a mirror." "Please?" "I'll get you one later." "Come on, now just lie down and..." "Oh, no!" "No!" "No!" "That's o, o, three, five, seven." "Point o, o, three, five, seven." "Good!" "You've finished?" "Yes, at last." "Now, back to the laboratory." "Yes, well they'll have somebody on guard." "Ah, yes." "You don't happen to know who it is, do you?" "Yes, er, a Sergeant Benton, I think." "Really?" "Well, I think I know how to deal with him." "It was just after the cup and saucer appeared." "I was about to switch off... when it... happened." "Go on, old chap." "Go on, you're doing fine." "Like..." "like a tub of flame." "All my body was on fire." "All my life, all my energy, was... being sucked out of me." "Why did you say Kronos?" "Because that's who it was." "How did you know?" "I just knew." "You mean you heard a voice or something?" "No, I... just knew." "It's a race memory." "We all have them." "But what is Kronos?" "Or should I say who?" "Later, Jo, later." "Go on, Stuart, what else?" "Nothing else until I woke up here." "Doc, am I really an old man?" "Is there nothing you can do, or am I stuck..." "like this?" "I'm sorry, Stuart." "I just don't know." "But I promise you that we'll do everything we possibly can to help you." "Hello?" "Hello, is that Sergeant Benton?" "Yes." "This is the director." "The Brigadier wishes to see you back at the house." "But I don't get it." "The Brigadier wants me back at the house?" "Yes, that's right." "At once." "Yes, but that means leaving the lab unwatched." "Oh, but he said to be sure to lock up." "Those were his very words." "I don't know, Dr. Percival." "I mean, you've put me in a bit of a spot." "The Brigadier told me to stay here no matter what happened." "He'll have my stripes if I don't." "Er, one minute." "What's the matter?" "I don't think he believes me." "I'm not surprised." "I've never seen a more inept performance!" "Look, tell him to ring the Brigadier for confirmation..." "But you can't..." "Do as I tell you!" "Oh, Sergeant Benton?" "I suggest you check with Brigadier Stewart yourself." "Where do I do that?" "Er, oh, you want his number?" "Er..." "Oh yes, I..." "I think you can contact him on five-three-four." "Five-three-four, right." "Yeah... yes, that's right." "Over phone.) Goodbye." "Goodbye." "Lethbridge Stewart?" "Hello, Sergeant Benton here, sir." "Ah, Benton." "Sir, I've just had the most peculiar phone call." "Nothing peculiar about it, my dear fellow." "Perfectly simple." "I need you over here, on the double." "Right, sir." "Well?" "No sign of him." "Do you think he... he really will...?" "Ah, there he is." "It worked!" "It really worked!" "Of course it worked." "Now see if the corridor's clear." "Not a soul, professor." "_ times." "Time?" "Soon I shall have the time in the world, literally." "In an hour or so, the place will be swarming with soldiers." "Dr. Percival, you're beginning to irritate me." "Now do be quiet." "I tell you that nobody and nothing can stop me now." "Put your hands in the air, both of you." "Now get 'em up." "Now turn around slow... slowly." "Well, well, well?" "The resourceful Sergeant Benton!" "Yes, well, you didn't really think you could fool me with a fake telephone call, did you?" "It's the oldest trick in the book." "I underestimated you, Sergeant." "How did you know?" "Simple." "The Brigadier is not in the habit of calling Sergeant's "my dear fellow"." "Ah, the tribal taboos of army etiquette." "I find it difficult to identify with such primitive absurdities." "Yes, well, primitive or not, mate - you're still in the soup without a ladle, aren't you?" "Now, Sergeant, you must let me explain." "Keep back!" "Keep..." "Yes, of course..." "Keep back." "Of course, Sergeant." "You see, Sergeant Benton, the whole point is that..." "Doctor!" "What a very time..." "You're wrong, Sergeant Benton." "That is the oldest trick in the book!" "What are you going to do?" "I am going to bring somebody here who can help me find the power that I need." "Without it, I am helpless!" "I don't understand!" "Of course you don't understand!" "How could you possibly understand?" "Only one thing stands between me and complete power over the Earth, over the universe itself." "Now the one I bring here will show me how to harness that power." "Now..." "You watch that crystal!" "Lord of life, give me of thy power!" "Oh, mighty Kronos, lord of death!" "Give me thy power!" "Oh, mighty Kronos, lord of life, give me thy strength!" "Mighty lord, exalted one" " I hear and obey!"