"Sincro: wyxchari" "Now... stand by to duck, for here comes the grand finale." "What's that?" "Sounds like a motorbike." "Yeah, but... it's coming from the sky." "Oh no!" "What's up?" "Listen." "That sounds like... no, it can't be!" "Look, there's the convoy." "Greyhound three, greyhound three, can you hear me, Captain Yates?" "Over." "Greyhound three, I can only just hear you, over." "Yates, that thing is a bomb and its on its way to you - over!" "Say again, say again, I cannot read you, over." "Jo, out of the car." "Get down!" "Yates, get out of it, man!" "It's a bomb, it's a bomb!" "Get out of it, Yates!" "Alright, lads!" "It's a bomb!" "Dive!" "Brigadier, come in, please?" "Greyhound three, come in!" "Captain Yates, can you hear me, sir?" "Over." "It's no good." "I just can't raise them." "They must have copped it!" "What happened then?" "I don't know." "Some sort of explosion." "Ah, I 'eard it." "Funny that." "Huh, it was just about here where that doodlebug fell - back in 1944, that were." "You know, I thoroughly enjoyed that!" "You have... you have destroyed this... this TARDIS?" "No, it can't be destroyed." "But people can." "Mike, you alright?" "Now, you take it easy, Mike." "You've finished work for the day." "Sir, I..." "An ambulance is on its way." "Jo, can you spare me a moment?" "Sorry about the TARDIS, Doctor." "Oh, don't worry, Captain." "We'll soon have her on her feet again." "Right, Jo, I want you to keep a close eye on this." "As soon as you see the slightest reaction, you let me know." "Right." "One, two, six, heave!" "One, two, six, heave!" "Pull!" "Sir, I'll stand by." "And I'm glad you're all okay, sir." "We'd really thought you'd copped it." "Greyhound _." "It's a daft idea anyway." "I've had one basinful and I don't feel much like walking into another." "You heard what the Doctor said!" "You know, Stuart, for a so-called member of the dominant sex, you are being remarkable feeble!" "Hey, hey!" "Is this a private fight or can anyone join in?" "Boudicea here only wants to creep over to the lab and knobble the Master!" "Hey, well supposing the time field's still working?" "Exactly!" "Well we shan't know that till we try it, now shall we?" "Right then, then what are we waiting for?" "Right!" "Oy, you're worse than she is!" "Oh, you're suggesting that we just sit here and let the Master treat us as a load of twits, I suppose?" "Look mate, you're paid to play the James Bond games, I'm a scientist." "Stuart, really!" "Oh, don't you start!" "You'll be the first to clobber me if I muck things up!" "Well, you might at least have a go." "Oh, why are you men so spineless?" "Lovey, I'm not men" " I'm Stuart Hyde, registered, card-carrying, paid-up coward!" "Oh, for pete's sake, what are you looking at me like that for?" "Alright, I'll come." "Thanks, Stuart." "Jolly good, Stu, I knew you wouldn't let us down!" "Just give me time, that's all." "Well, come on then!" "What are we waiting for?" "Let's go." "Come, Krasis." "We have work to do." "Master, what is this place?" "Is it a temple?" "Do not let it concern you, Krasis." "So vast a space inside so small a box!" "My power is greater than your imagination can encompass - you just remember that." "Your only interest at the moment is to realise that Atlantis awaits us." "Now... test the power levels." "Good." "Just a few minutes re-cycling and we shall be ready to leave." "I'm getting a reading." "Oh, it's very low." "Mmm, it's fading again." "He must be testing before take-off." "The power drain would have been enormous." "Brigadier?" "Yes, Doctor?" "The Master seems to be on the move again." "Right, Sergeant, get the Doctor's machine loaded up." "Right lads, let's load her up." "No, there's no time for that now." "I'll have to take the TARDIS up from down there." "I'll use the time sensor as a homing device and put my TARDIS inside his." "Then wherever he goes, I'll go with him." "Well, goodbye, Lethbridge Stewart." "Bye." "I'll make contact as soon as possible." "We'll make contact as soon as possible." "We?" "We." "Nothing I can say to dissuade you?" "No." "Oh..." "Doctor?" "Yeah?" "The TARDIS looks different." "Oh, just a spot of redecoration, that's all." "Now, Jo, you realise that what I'm about to do is going to be appallingly dangerous?" "I've been in the TARDIS with you before." "Alright, but you've been warned." "Thank you." "Right." "Now then, come over here - look at this." "Yeah, I'm coming." "Now, the two TARDIS's are operating on the same frequency, you see?" "Now, here comes the tricky part - you see this?" "Yeah." "Well this is the time setting." "Now its critical to a billionth part of a nanosecond." "You see?" "Yeah." "Now hold this." "If it's infinitesimally low, we'll miss it entirely and goes whistling off to heaven knows where." "But if it's too high, even by a fraction of a moment..." "Woomph!" "Time-ram!" "Time-ram?" "Yes, you see the atoms making up this TARDIS would... occupy precisely the same space and time as the atoms making up the Master's TARDIS." "But that's impossible!" "Yes, well of course it is." "So what do you think would happen?" "Woomph!" "Yes, exactly - extinction." "Utter annihilation." "Now do you still want to come?" "It is my job - remember?" "Glad to have you aboard, Miss Grant." "Glad to be aboard, Doctor!" "Londoners!" "Ah ha." "Yes." "Yes, so far, so good." "How long's it going to take us to get there?" "Well, that's the curious thing - no time at all." "We're outside time." "Of course, it always seems to take a long time but that depends upon the mood, I suppose." "What - your mood?" "No, no, no - hers." "No, the TARDIS's." "You talk as if she was alive!" "Well, it depends what you mean by alive, doesn't it?" "You take old Bessie, for instance." "Right, coming in to land now, Jo." "Look!" "Oh, dear, oh, dear, oh, dear!" "Still, that was always on the cards I suppose." "His TARDIS is inside ours instead of, well, the other way round." "Yes, quite." "Very curious effect that." "I wonder how it happened?" "Jo, er, switch on the monitor, will you?" "Let's see where we are." "Well, that's strange." "No, of course!" "We're seeing through the TOMTIT gap into the time vortex." "Jo, you wait right here." "Good grief!" "Jo, come out here a moment, will you?" "I don't get it!" "No." "Follow me." "I still don't get it!" "Well, it's perfectly simple, Jo." "My TARDIS is inside the Master's." "Yes, but his is inside yours." "Exactly - they're both inside each other." "Yeah, I should have suspected that." "Well, what are we going to do now?" "Three guesses?" "Erm, I wonder?" "Wait?" "Right first time!" "Master!" "Alien warriors!" "I'll soon fix them!" "Right, D squad round the block." "Keep your eyeeeess ooopppppeeeeeennnnnn..." "There." "That'll keep them nicely unoccupied for the time being." "Right, Krasis, in you go." "Where?" "Into the TARDIS, man, and hurry up!" "Right, they won't stop me now." "Sorry, professor, but that's where you're wrong." "Well, well, my devoted assistants." "And are you going to stop me?" "Not by ourselves, no." "Take a look behind you." "Oh, come on, really!" "You suit yourself, mate, but let's just have those hands up in the air, shall we?" "I should have disposed of you while I had the chance!" "Yes, well, you'll never have a better one." "Stu, see if he's got a gun." "Stuart, look out!" "Master!" "The other one... is here!" "Your enemy is here!" "Good!" "Now I've got him really trapped!" "What the...!" "What's happening, Doctor?" "We're on way, Jo." "The Master's taken off for Atlantis!" "She's never behaved like this before!" "Because the TARDIS's are operating out of phase - that's why." "Well, that's calmed her down a bit." "She's very temperamental when she's roused, isn't she?" "You know, I never know whether you're joking or not, I..." "Oh, oh, I think I've bruised my tailbone!" "Sorry about your coccyx, Jo, but these little things are sent to try us." "My what?" "Coccyx - your tailbone." "I'm sorry about your coccyx too, Miss Grant." "How very sociable of you both to drop in." "Well, I don't think we should touch it." "Why ever not?" "Well, the Doctor was going after his TARDIS, right?" "Right." "Well, that thing there is a sort of time machine, isn't it?" "So what?" "So we'd better leave well alone." "You're in command, Sergeant Benton." "Yes." "And a right foul-up you've made of it too!" "Well not exactly his fault." "Well, don't look at me." "You can't say I didn't warn you, now can you?" "Oh, well I'll listen to you next time." "That was the closest I'll ever come to catching the Master, that was." "Oh, come on now, it's not the end of the world, now is it?" "Isn't it?" "Well, the Doctor seems to think it might be." "And the Master - well, there's no telling where he is by now, is there?" "Or when he is, for that matter." "Oh, for pity's sake, look, you two make me sick!" "Standing about moaning like a couple of old women!" "Old women?" "Look, I mean it, Stu." "Well okay, he's gone off somewhere, so he's gone off." "Whether he's gone into the past or the future..." "All I know is I don't know and, frankly, I don't care." "The point is that we are here and now." "Now, what we've got to do is to define the problem" "That's all very well, Dr. Ingram, but I..." "Stop right there, "professor"!" "The problem's defined." "Come and have a look." "It's the Brigadier!" "Exactly the same as before." "How can it be the same as before now that the crystal's gone?" "I think I remember the Doctor said it works independently, even without the crystal." "Yes, but do you realise we're still trapped - inside?" "Now will you let me turn off the transmitter?" "Well, I don't think we ought to." "Well, perhaps we could get out through the back." "It may not work all the way round." "I'll bet it does." "How do you propose finding out?" "I mean, once we're stuck, we're stuck!" "Yes, and only the Doctor can get you out." "Well?" "Alright, Dr. Ingram - switch it off." "Ah ha!" "A man of decision." "Go on then, switch off." "But I have." "They're still stuck!" "But that's impossible!" "Well, you'd better explain to them, lovey." "They still think they're stuck, apparently." "Yes, and we're still trapped - in here." "Er, what can I do for you, Doctor?" "Or, erm, is your visit purely social?" "Well, I thought we might have a little chat." "What an excellent idea." "Er, why not join me out here?" "One step outside my TARDIS and that would be the end of me, wouldn't it?" "Oh, you have a very poor opinion of me, don't you, Doctor?" "You've noticed!" "Well, well, well." "It might be of interest for you to know that, erm, I've put a time-lock on your TARDIS." "You cannot leave - unless I lift it, of course." "Do you think that I haven't thought of that too?" "You're as trapped as I am." "You couldn't even open that door of yours unless I wish it." "Alternatively, I could fling you out into the time vortex now." "I doubt whether you could do that to me, so be very, very careful, Doctor." "Do you really think I care what happens to me at the moment?" "Don't you realise that your plans could ru..." "You know, he has an excellent brain, that man, though a little pedestrian." "But, oh dear, what a bore the fellow is!" "But is he dangerous?" "He's dangerous enough." "But don't worry." "I can handle him." "But you said he was in there!" "You told me he was safe in there!" "Once he realises that he's talking to himself, he'll be out here like a shot!" "Ah!" "He's realised it at last." "That took a long time, the slow witted fool." "Now you watch - he cannot bear not to have the last word." "He's not even listening." "He's turned the sound off!" "Well, that's not very nice, is it?" "We've got to make him listen - it's our only chance of stopping him." "You're not thinking of going out there, are you?" "No, not if I can help it." "Well, what are you going to do then?" "If he's turned his sound receiver off, I must make myself heard without it." ""If the Thraskin puts his fingers in his ears, it is polite to shout!" That's an old venusian proverb." "Well, what's Thraskin?" "Thraskin?" "Oh, it's an archaic word, seldom used since the twenty-fifth dynasty, the modern equivalent is "plinge"." "What does plinge mean?" "Oh, for heaven's sake, Jo." "I've just told you - it means Thraskin." "Oh, of course!" "But why?" "I mean, if you turned it on, the Brig. and company should have speeded up again - why didn't they?" "Well, I don't know but it looks as if TOMTIT has made a permanent gap in the structure of time." "Our only hope is to close the gap up." "So what are you doing?" "Well, I'm turning the circuits upside down, so to speak." "Well, it's empirical, but you never know." "Empirical, I..." "That, Sergeant Benton, means that I haven't got a clue what I'm doing." "Join the club." "So, it's just trial and error?" "Have a go and see what happens?" "Yeah, more or less." "Right, Stu, you monitor the interstitial activity..." "Okay." "If you get a reading over six-o give us a shout." "What's the upper limit?" "If it gets to seven-o, say a quick prayer and duck." "Well, what about me?" "You just stand there and look pretty." "Right, Stu, are you happy?" "Ecstatic." "Okay then, let's have a stab at it." "Interstitial activity - nil." "Molecular structure - stable, increasing power." "Two-five, three-o, three-five, four-o..." "How's the time reg?" "Er, steady on zero, zero, four." "Right, isolate matrix scanner." "Check." "Four-five, five-o..." "Interstitial activity." "Shooting up!" "Five-five, six-o, six-five, seven-o..." "Can't hold!" "It's running away again!" "Stop increasing power!" "Seven-five, seven-o, six-five, six-o, five-five, five-o, four-five, four-o, three-five, three-o." "Right, that should be enough." "I think the level should be okay now." "Mmm, quite okay, I'd say." "Right, now let's have a look at it." "It's made no difference." "They're still stuck." "There we were, the skin of a gnat's whisker from the big bang..." "And nothing happened at all." "Nothing?" "Master, what is he doing?" "The same as I would in his position." "And what is that?" "Wait and see, Krasis, wait and see." "And what are you going to do, Master?" "Testing, testing, testing." "One, two, three, four, five, testing?" "He can hear you." "I thought as much!" "Yes, and he can't turn me off." "Can you?" "You've got to listen to me now." "Have I?" "Obviously, you've not as yet been able to bring Kronos through, otherwise you wouldn't be going to Atlantis, So perhaps there's still time to make you realise the folly of your..." "I..." "I'm sorry, Doctor, what was that again?" "Of all the low underhanded tricks!" "What language was that?" "English." "English?" "Yes, but backwards." "I just don't get it." "Well, he's picking up my words even before I've spoken them and feeding them back to me through the TARDIS's telepathic circuits - making them come out backwards." "The TARDIS's are telepathic?" "Yes, of course." "How else do you think they communicate?" "Well, that decides it." "I've got no option." "Now listen to me, Jo - when I go out there, I want you to..." "You're not going out there." "Well, what else can I do?" "Doctor, you said yourself it would be suicide to go out there without the protection of the TARDIS!" "Well, I've got to risk it." "He's got to be stopped, but that's no reason to put you into any danger." "Now once I go out of that door, I want you to close it, alright?" "But that means you'll be locked out!" "Yes, and you'll be safely locked in." "Now, you're not to open that door for anybody or anything until I say so." "I won't do it." "I will not do it!" "Jo, you'll do as you're told!" "It's your job - remember?" "Doctor, if anything happens to you..." "Yes, I know, Jo, I know." "Now go and open that door." "There you are, Krasis." "What did I tell you?" "Won't you introduce me?" "I am Krasis - high priest of the temple of Poseidon." "Greetings to you, Krasis." "Any friend of the Master's is an enemy of mine." "Oh come, Doctor, must we play games?" "I take it you have something to say to me before I destroy you?" "Yes, I most certainly have." "Your usual song of death and disaster?" "I do wish you'd learn a new tune." "You're risking the total destruction of the entire cosmos." "Of course I am." "All or nothing - literally!" "What a glorious alternative!" "You're mad!" "Paranoid!" "Who isn't?" "The only difference is that I'm a little more honest than the rest." "Goodbye, Doctor!" "No, Master, no!" "Behold Kronos - a rare and delicate feast for you" " A Time Lord!" "Devour him!" "Doctor!" "Kronos, be at peace!" "I command you!" "Be at peace!" "Your work is nearly done... for now." "You see, Krasis?" "Kronos is my slave." "Miss Grant?" "What happened to the Doctor?" "You must help him!" "Ah, he's beyond my help, my dear." "He's beyond anybody's help." "You mean... that thing... that... that creature really swallowed him up?" "Ah, that's a nice point." "Yes and no." "Yes, it engulfed him - no, it didn't actually "eat him up"." "He's out there in the time vortex and there he's going to stay." "Then he is alive?" "Well, if you can call it that - alive for ever in an eternity of nothingness." "To coin a phrase: a living death!" "That... that's the most cruel, the most wicked thing I ever heard!" "Thank you, my dear." "Now, what are we going to do about you though?" "You're an embarrassment to me." "As indeed is that antiquated piece of junk of the Doctor's." "Now let me see..." "I don't really care anymore." "Do what you like." "But just get it over with." "Your word is my command." "Goodbye, Miss Grant!"