When the Doctor returns to Gallifrey, he learns
that his bio data extract has been stolen from
   the Time Lords’ master computer known
                 as the Matrix.

  The bio data extract is a detailed description
  of the Doctor’s molecular structure—and this
    information, in the wrong hands, could be
         exploited with disastrous effect.

   The Gallifreyan High Council believe that
anti-matter will be infiltrated into the universe
  as a result of the theft. In order to render
   the information useless, they decide the
               Doctor must die...
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                   Published in 1983
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           First published in Great Britain by
               W.H. Allen & Co. Ltd 1983

    Novelisation copyright © Terrance Dicks 1983
    Original script copyright © Johnny Byrne 1982
 ‘Doctor Who’ series copyright © British Broadcasting
                Corporation 1982, 1983

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CONTENTS

1 Deadly Meeting
2 The Horror in the Crypt
3 Recall
4 Death Sentence
5 The Prisoner
6 Termination
7 The Matrix
8 The Traitor
9 Unmasked
10 Hunt for Omega
11 Transference
12 Omega’s Freedom
                      1
                Deadly Meeting

They met in a hidden chamber, deep beneath the
Capitol: the being from another dimension, and the
Time Lord who was betraying not only his people but
his Universe.
      The Time Lord slipped a cube-shaped code key
into complex control-device. There was an upward-
rushing fountain of green light, and a projection of the
alien appeared. The tall. cloaked figure wore an
elaborately stylised mask. There was an ornate
medallion on its chest, and the figure appeared negative
rather than positive, since it was not in its proper
Universe.
      The Time Lord sat in darkness beyond the circle of
light.
      ‘You have made your choice?’ demanded the alien.
      ‘Yes. We are ready to begin.’
      ‘Excellent! And who is it to be?’
      ‘It has not been easy. Because of time, present
location, personality – for these and other reasons, it
must be the Doctor.’
      For a moment the alien seemed startled. ‘The
Doctor?’ Then he chuckled eerily, ‘Yes, most ingenious.
A perfect, choice, Time Lord.’
      The light dimmed and the alien faded away.
      The Time Lord rose and went to begin his
betrayal.

In the Capitol computer room everything was peaceful.
But then, it always was. Two brown-robed specialist
computer technicians were going about their duties,
surrounded by the humming banks of equipment. The
older of the two, a thin, balding Gallifreyan, was called
Talor. The other was a good-looking young technican
named Damon.
      Suddenly a warning light began blinking on the
main console. Damon went over to investigate, while
Talor looked on intrigued. Emergencies were rare here.
      ‘It’s the security circuit,’ said Damon, puzzled. ‘Cut
the scrambler, will you?’
      Talor operated a control and the warning light cut
out. Damon lifted an access flap, extracted a circuit and
studied it thoughtfully. ‘That’s odd. There’s a photon
cell burn-out.’
      He took a replacement circuit from a nearby rack
and slipped it in place. ‘I’d better check the data bank’s
unharmed.’ He touched another control and reacted in
surprise as a screen lit up. It was filled with a steadily
unrolling blur of complex symbols. ‘I don’t believe it.
Someone’s transmitting bio-data!’
      Talor came to join him. ‘What is it?’
      Damon stared disbelievingly at the screen. ‘It’s the
bio-data extract of one of the Time Lords!’
      Talon was horrified. ‘Cut it! Cut it at once!’
      Damon obeyed and the screen went dark.
      ‘This is treason,’ said Talor worriedly. ‘I must
report it immediately.’
      He hurried from the computer room.

Sometimes even a Time Lord never seems to have quite
enough time. Little jobs pile up, things get in the way...
      The Doctor was tackling one such little job now,
feeling the sense of virtuous efficiency that comes when
you finally catch upon some task that should have been
done ages ago.
       He was in one of the TARDIS corridors, working
at the jumble of equipment behind a roundel that had
been removed from the wall. Now in his fifth
incarnation, the Doctor was a slightly-built, fair-haired
young man in the dress of an Edwardian cricketer –
striped trousers, fawn frock-coat with red piping, white
sweater and open-necked shirt.
       Watching him was a brown-haired girl with fine,
rather aristocratic features. She wore a kind of velvet
trouser-suit with elaborately puffed sleeves. This was his
current companion, Nyssa of Traken. The product of a
highly technological society, and a bio-electronics expert
in her own right, Nyssa felt that the Doctor ran the
TARDIS in far too haphazard a manner.
       The Doctor made a final adjustment to the audio-
circuit, and slotted it back in place. ‘Such a simple little
repair job really!’
       ‘Quite,’ said Nyssa pointedly. ‘Why didn’t you do it
sooner?’
       ‘Well, you know how it is,’ said the Doctor vaguely.
‘You put things off for a day. Next thing you know it’s a
hundred years later and it’s still not done.’
       Nyssa sighed, realising she was never going to get
the Doctor properly organised. ‘Never mind, it’s done
now. It’ll be nice to have audio link-up on the scanner
again.’
       The Doctor replaced the roundel. ‘Let’s go and see
if it works!’

Robin Stuart stood on one of Amsterdam’s innumerable
picturesque bridges, staring gloomily down at the
waters of the canal. The colourful bustling street-scene
was all around him, but Robin was too worried to take it
in.
     Wearing jeans and anorak, loaded down with a
great bulging pack like a turtle carrying his own home,
Robin Stuart looked exactly like all the other young
people who spend their summers wandering around
Europe. There aren’t quite so many of them these days.
Some of the big capital cities have become cold and
unwelcoming. But not friendly old Amsterdam. The
Dutch are a tolerant people, willing to turn a blind eye
to such crimes as being young and hard-up.
     Robin turned and walked along the bridge to the
telephone kiosk at the far end. Another back-pack, fully
as big as his own, was propped up outside, and inside
was another very similar young man. His friend Colin
Frazer was currently engaged in an endless telephone
conversation with some mysterious cousin other, who
was due to come out to Amsterdam to visit them the
following day.
     The door of the box was propped open and Robin
could hear Colin’s familiar Australian twang. ‘No,
everywhere’s full, we’ve got to sleep rough tonight.
We’ll be at the hostel from tomorrow, though – that’s
the number I gave you.’ He nodded to Robin, and said,
‘Look, I’ve got to go now. I’ll see you at the airport
tomorrow. Take care.’
     He came out of the kiosk. Robin helped him on
with his pack and said, ‘Everything okay?’
     ‘Yes, she’ll be – what’s the matter?’
     Robin had suddenly tensed and turned away, and
was staring at the canal with apparent fascination. ‘Oh
no! A policeman,’ he whispered.
     A large Dutch policeman was strolling along on the
other side of the road. It was quite obvious to Colin that
the policeman was enjoying the pleasant spring day,
and wasn’t the slightest bit interested in them. But all
the same Robin was quite unable to relax until the
policeman had gone by.
      Colin grinned. ‘It’s all right, Robin. The Dutch are
a civilised race. They don’t put people in prison for
losing a passport.’
      ‘No, but they do deport you, though!’
      A couple of nights ago, Robin’s passport had been
stolen in one of Amsterdam’s crowded cafes, though
luckily the thief had missed his wallet. Colin had
suggested Robin report the loss of the passport to the
police, the British Embassy, or both, but Robin didn’t
want to – not yet. He was convinced that reporting the
loss would mean an official telling-off hundreds of forms
to fill in, and, worst of all, the immediate ending of his
holiday, since he’d be packed off home at once. He
knew he’d have to report the loss sooner or later, but he
was determined to put it off till the last possible
moment.
      Unfortunately, Robin was a bit of a worrier by
nature. The loss of his passport made him feel like a
stateless person, and he went round acting like the
proverbial man-on-the-run every time he saw a
policeman.
      ‘It’s all right,’ said Colin. ‘He’s gone. Let’s go and
get something to cat. Then we’ve got to find a place to
sleep tonight.’
      Robin said, ‘I was going to tell you, I think I found
somewhere when I was wandering around earlier. I did
a bit of exploring. Not the most appealing place in the
world, but central – and very cheap.’
      ‘Sounds perfect. Not too noisy, is it?’
      Robin smiled. ‘Quiet as the grave!’
‘Perfect!’ said the Doctor.
      They were in the TARDIS control room checking
on the scanner’s newly installed audio facility. The
scanner screen was switched on. At the moment it
showed nothing but the black emptiness of deep space.
      Nyssa smiled. ‘So now we’ve got an audio system,
but nothing to listen to!’
      The Doctor switched off the scanner. ‘And nothing
to look at either. Couldn’t be better. Peace and quiet,
just what the Doctor ordered.’
      He was halfway to the door when Nyssa said
sternly, ‘Doctor!’
      ‘What?’
      ‘There are lots of other repairs that need doing,
you know.’
      ‘Really,’ said the Doctor guiltily. ‘There’s nothing
urgent, is there?’
      ‘There’s the navigational system,’ said Nyssa.
‘There must be something wrong with it. We never
seem to arrive where we intend to!’
      ‘Ah well,’ said the Doctor apologetically. ‘Ever since
those Cybermen damaged the console –’
      ‘And there’s another thing,’ Nyssa went on. ‘Didn’t
you say the control room was in a state of temporal
grace – guns couldn’t be fired there?’
      ‘Ah well,’ said the Doctor again. ‘No one’s perfect,
you know.’
      And before Nyssa could say any more he slipped
out of the door.
      Suddenly a light started blinking on the console.
      Nyssa studied it for a moment and then called,
‘Doctor!’
     Strolling along the corridor, the Doctor heard
Nyssa’s voice, but decided to pretend he hadn’t. She
called again. ‘Doctor, please! Come quickly.’
     Catching the note of panic in her voice. the Doctor
turned and hurried back to the control room.

Once again the Time Lord and his alien confederate
were in conference, the Time Lord in his chair, the
alien enclosed in the cone of light.
     ‘The data has been received, Time Lord,’ said the
alien. ‘But not the booster element. Why?’
     ‘I had to close down transmission. A fault
developed.’
     ‘What will you do now?’
     ‘Check to see if my transmission of the biodata was
detected.’
     ‘And if it was?’
     ‘Then I will deal with the matter. Perhaps we
should delay until I am certain.’
     ‘It is too late,’ said the alien coldly. ‘The TARDIS is
already under my control.’

The Doctor stood brooding over the console. It was easy
to see why Nyssa had called him back. ‘According to the
sensors we’re converging with a massive source of
magnetic radiation.’
      Nyssa had switched on the scanner and was
studying the screen. ‘But there’s nothing out there. Just
light-years of black, empty space.’
      ‘Well, something’s causing these readings,’ said the
Doctor thoughtfully. ‘We’d better change course.’
      ‘Where to?’
      ‘Anywhere! Just so long as it’s away from here.’
     The Doctor began working furiously at the
controls.

Robin led Colin through the busy streets of central
Amsterdam, into a quiet back street, and finally to a
beautiful old-fashioned house, set back off the road in
its own grounds.
      Colin looked at it, a little overwhelmed. ‘We’re
spending the night in there?’
      Robin grinned. ‘Well – in a way!’

Suddenly the TARDIS control room started to judder.
‘What’s happening?’ asked Nyssa.
     The Doctor was frantically busy at the controls. ‘I
don’t know!’
     Nyssa studied the console. ‘These readings Doctor
– they just don’t make any sense!’
     ‘I know,’ said the Doctor and went on with his
work.

Robin led Colin through the beautifully kept, formal
gardens to a point some little way from the house. Colin
looked around nervously, expecting to be nabbed as a
trespasser any minute, but the whole place seemed
deserted.
     They stopped at an old stone fountain with water
spouting from bowls held by reclining figures. Beside it
stood an iron grille, which led to a flight of stone steps
leading downwards.
     Robin made for the steps and started to descend.
     ‘Hey, where are you going?’ called Colin.
     ‘ Just follow me.’
     Somewhat dubiously. Colin followed.
       The steps led down into darkness, and Colin found
it all rather eerie. ‘What is this place? Why is it so dark?’
       Robin fished out a torch and handed it over.
‘Here, try this. Trust me, Colin. Have I ever led you
astray?’
       Colin flashed the torch to light the way ahead.
‘There’s always a first time. Who owns this place
anyway?’
       ‘The State. I imagine. It’s a kind of forgotten
national treasure. No one ever comes here – except the
odd gardener during the day.’
       There was an arched doorway at the bottom of the
steps. Robin went through it and Colin followed,
flashing the torch around. They were in a kind of cellar
– a cavernous place lined with carved stone tombs.
Some of the tombs had effigies sculpted on them.
       All around there were stone columns, carved
angels, death masks on the walls – the whole effect was
very creepy indeed.
       ‘Hey, wait a minute. This is a crypt,’ said Colin
indignantly.
       ‘Didn’t you realise?’ asked Robin in mock surprise.
‘You saw the ornamentation outside, the fountain...’
       ‘I thought it was just some kind of cellar. Are you
serious – about spending the night here?’
       ‘Of course.’
       Colin shone his torch around the crypt. Cold stone
faces leered back at him. Somewhere there was the
curiously sinister sound of dripping water. ‘Now I know
you’re crazy!’
       ‘Well, not exactly in here,’ said Robin. ‘Come on,
our little nest’s through here.’ He led the way to a door
at the far end of the crypt, unbolted it and led the way
through.
      The cellar on the other side of the door was
considerably more reassuring. It was smaller and more
modern, and the air felt warm and dry. A complex
apparatus of giant pipes and dials and turn-cocks lined
the walls. Colin saw another door at the far end. ‘What
is this place?’
      ‘A pumping house. Not exactly the Ritz, but it’s dry
and warm.’
      Colin could hear a steady humming coming from
the tangle of machinery. ‘What’s in the pipes?’
      ‘Water. We’re below sea-level here. Stop the
pumps, and Amsterdam would have to take up its stilts
and float.’ Robin looked round with an air of
proprietary pride. ‘Well, how do you like it?’
      ‘All right, I suppose,’ said Colin grudgingly. ‘I’m
not too keen on the neighbours though.’
      Sticking the torch on a convenient ledge, Robin
shrugged out of his pack and started to unpack his
sleeping-bag. Colin could see his friend was proud of
the place he’d found, and in a way you couldn’t blame
him. There was a lot to be said for it. Clean and dry,
quiet, completely private, and best of all completely
free. But all the same – a crypt!
      Colin had seen horror movies about young people
spending the night in graveyards and haunted houses.
      Something always happened to them – something
frightful.
      Telling himself he was being silly, Colin got on
with his preparations for the night – unaware that this
particular crypt held terrors beyond his worst
imaginings.
                    2
          The Horror in the Crypt

Damon looked up from his instrument-check as Talor
came into the computer room. ‘The analysis checks out.
It was the Doctor’s bio-data extract that was being
transmitted. What did the Castellan have to say?’
      ‘Nothing, as yet. Despite the urgency of my
request, he chooses not to be available until tomorrow.’
      ‘You realise only a member of the High Council
could have been transmitting that data?’
      ‘I do,’ said Talor grimly. ‘We’ll just have to wait
until tomorrow.’
      Damon stood up. ‘Very well. Do you need me any
more?’
      ‘No. Goodnight.’
      ‘Goodnight,’ said Damon. Picking up a data file he
made his may out of the computer room, passing
through the quietly humming rows of data banks and
disappearing through the door at the far end.
      Talor sat lost in thought, unaware that the door
behind him, the door through which he himself had
entered, was opening slowly.
      He heard movement, turned, and saw that he had
a distinguished visitor. ‘Good evening, my Lord.’
      The visitor made no reply, but produced a hand-
blaster, a bulbous affair with a transparent barrel.
      Talor stared at it in disbelief. ‘An impulse laser?’
      He still couldn’t quite realise what was happening
to him – not until a blast of light shot from the barrel,
blasting him down. Talor seemed to shrivel up and his
body slumped to the floor.
      The Time Lord went over to the console at which
Damon had been working, lifted a flap, and worked
briefly on the complex circuitry beneath. He raised his
weapon and fired, sending sparks shooting from the
console. Then he stepped over Talor’s body and left the
computer room.

With a last worried look round the pumping chamber,
Colin prepared to climb into his sleeping-bag.
     Robin, who was already comfortably snuggled
down by now, watched him with some amusement. ‘Are
you really going to sleep like that?’
     ‘Like what?’
     ‘Fully dressed. You’ve even got your boots on!’
     ‘I’m not taking any chances,’ said Colin stubbornly.
     ‘Oh come on. It’s only a pump house. The worse
that can happen is that we get caught by some kind of
caretaker and turfed out’
     ‘It’s just that I find this place–spooky.’
     You could at least risk taking your boots ofll’
     ‘I suppose so.’ Sitting on his sleeping-bag, Colin
began unlacing his boots.

The renegade Time Lord said, ‘It is as I feared. The
transmission was detected. But the matter has been
dealt with.’
     The alien shimmered eerily in his cone of fight.
‘How?’
     The Time Lord smiled. ‘The one who detected and
reported the transmission has been disposed of’.’
     ‘Then bonding can take place immediately?’
     There was a pause and then the Time Lord said
reluctantly, ‘You are sure there is no other way?’
     ‘I am not of your dimensions, Time Lord. I have
the means to enter, but without the physical imprint of
bonding, I cannot remain among you.’

The Doctor wrestled frantically with the controls, but it
was no good. ‘I can’t control the TARDIS!"
      ‘Can’t you over-ride the controls?’
      ‘I’ve just tried that. It’s hopeless.’
      Nyssa was staring at the scanner screen. ‘Doctor,
look!’
      A ball of light was arcing towards them across the
blackness of space.
      The Doctor stared at it in fascination. ‘Something’s
breaking through! Is it a materialisation?’ asked Nyssa.
      ‘I’m not sure. Something from another dimension,
I think.’
      The ball of light flared brighter, rushing towards
the TARDIS at incredible speed. Around it, space
seemed to boil and churn, as if the very fabric of the
Universe was being disturbed.
      ‘Quick, Nyssa, let’s get out of here!" shouted the
Doctor.
      They ran from the control room, and as they ran
the entire room seemed to twist and distort. A blur of
light burst through the scanner screen into the control
room, and the ball of fire poured all its energies into the
TARDIS. Suddenly an up-rushing fountain of green
light appeared in the control room.
      The Doctor and Nyssa ran down the corridor, and
there too the walls seemed to twist and bend about
them. Their movements slowed and they had an eerie
sensation of running without making progress.
In the control room, the flaring energy resolved itself
into a cone of light embodying a strange alien being,
and then it moved off in pursuit of the Doctor.
     As the Doctor and Nyssa struggled vainly to make
some progress along the corridor, the weirdly distorted
form of the alien sped towards them.
     The Doctor watched helplessly as the apparition
bore down on him. It reached him–and enveloped him.
     Nyssa watched in horror as the alien shape
absorbed the Doctor for a moment, then suddenly
faded.
     The Doctor stood rigid, his face twisted in agony,
and then slid to the ground.

It was the frantic gurgling of the pipes that woke Colin.
The noise grew louder and louder, rising to a kind of
frenzy. There was something else mingled with it, a
strange wheezing, groaning sound. Eventually the rising
crescendo of sound penetrated Colin’s uneasy sleep and
he awoke, eyes wide open in fright. Light was pulsing
beneath the door that separated the pumping chamber
from the crypt.
     Colin looked over at the huddled form beside him.
Deep, rhythmic snores told him Robin was still sound
asleep. He reached across and nudged him. ‘Robin!
Come on, wake up.’
     ‘What? Wassamarrer?’ muttered Robin blearily.
     ‘There’s somebody out there.’
     Robin glanced at the door. The light had stopped
pulsing and everything was still.
     ‘You’re imagining things. Go back to sleep.’
     ‘I tell you I heard something!’
     ‘Then go and sort it out. I need my sleep.’ Robin
disappeared inside the sleeping-bag.
      Colin thought hard for a moment. He had seen
something, he was sure of it. If he ignored it, it might
well come back again, perhaps when he was asleep.
Better to check up now.
      Struggling out of his sleeping-bag, he hastily
pulled on his boots and laced them with clumsy fingers.
Reaching for the torch, he switched it on and headed
for the door.
      Cautiously he opened it, and shone his torch
around the crypt. The torch-beam played over the faces
of stone, the ornate tombs with their carved flowers and
stone angels, and came to rest on a strange square
structure. It was a kind of upright stone box, the
general size and shape of a telephone kiosk. It stood on
a stone dais, with four pillars, one at each corner. From
the apex of each corner pillar, a hollow-eyed stone mask
stared down.
      The extraordinary thing was – it hadn’t been there
before.
      In size and shape it was quite unlike any of the
other tombs and Colin was sure he would have
remembered it.
      Suddenly a door slid upward, leasing a rectangle
filled with light. Outlined in the doorway was a strange
and terrifying figure. Roughly man-sized and man-
shaped, it was a kind of giant walking lizard. thick-
bodied with corrugated green skin and a narrowskulled
head that ended in a mouthful of jagged teeth. Its
stubby hands held a strange light-filled weapon–which
was trained on Colin.
      As Colin cowered back, a beam of light sprang
from the weapon. For a moment Colin’s whole body
flickered between positive and negative. The glow flared
brighter and Colin disappeared...
The Doctor opened his eyes and winced, rubbing his
forehead. Nyssa was kneeling beside him.
     ‘Thank goodness you’re all right.’
     He sat up looking around him. ‘How long have I
been like this?’
     ‘Not long. What was that thing? It just appeared
from nowhere.’
     ‘Not from nowhere, Nyssa. From another
dimension.’
     ‘Has it gone?’
     ‘From the TARDIS? Yes, I think so.’
     ‘What a relief For a moment, I thought it was
taking you over.’
     ‘For a moment it did. What you saw, Nyssa, was an
attempted      temporal    bonding.     The     molecular
realignment of two basically incompatible life-forms.’
     ‘I checked the sensors while you were unconscious,
Doctor.’
     ‘And?’
     ‘Only one thing could account for those readings.
The creature is formed from anti-matter.’
     ‘Then it’s even worse than I thought.’
     ‘But the creature failed, Doctor. It isn’t in our
dimension now.’
     ‘I think it is – somewhere. And it’s halfway to
achieving its purpose. It won’t give up that easily.’
     Nyssa frowned. ‘To remain in our Universe it
would have to reverse its polarity. If it tried to do that
and failed...’
     ‘Matter and anti-matter in collision.’ said the
Doctor bleakly. ‘Yes, I know. Come on, Nyssa, we’ve got
work to do.’
The sudden flare of light from the doorway into the
crypt forced Robin into wakefulness. He looked quickly
at the sleeping-bag beside him. It was empty.
      ‘Colin? Colin, where are you?’
      Alarmed, Robin jumped out of bed. He put on his
boots, fished a second torch out of his rucksack, and
headed for the door to the crypt. Like Colin before him,
he shone his torch around the crypt.
      ‘Colin?’ There was no answer. ‘Okay, very funny,’
said Robin nervously. ‘Now cut it out. Come out and
show yourself.’
      There was no answer, only the eerie gurgling of
the water pipes.
      Robin waved his torch around the crypt, looking
for his friend, and found instead the strange oblong
stone structure. As his torch-beam struck the side, there
came a strange high-pitched sound, and a door opened
in the side.
      Robin stared in horror as the strange lizard-like
being stalked towards him – but he wasn’t so terrified
that he couldn’t see that the thing was holding some
kind of weapon. As the creature raised the weapon,
Robin sprang to one side. The energy blast struck a
stone angel, which flickered from positive to negative
and disappeared.
      Before the creature could fire again, Robin dived
back into the pump house, closing the door and bolting
it behind him.
      The door shuddered as something heavy and
powerful crashed against it. Robin ran to the far end of
the pumping house, unbolted the service exit and
dashed through, slamming it behind him.
In a council chamber on Gallifrey, the Castellan,
Councillor Hedin and Cardinal Zorac, together with
Chancellor Thalia, sat watching Lord President Borusa.
     White-haired and aristocratic, President Borusa sat
motionless on the elaborately decorated presidential
chair. Inches above his head hovered the Matrix Crown,
the incredibly complex device which linked him with
that strange combination of group-mind and race-
memory Time Lords called the Matrix. This kind of
direct communication was both dangerous and stressful.
It was only used in the gravest of emergencies.
     President Borusa raised his head and opened his
eyes. The Matrix Crown rose of its own accord, and
hovered several feet above his head.
     ‘Well, Lord President?’ said Zorac. He was dark
and thin-faced and always seemed aggrieved.
     Borusa said heavily, ‘The Matrix only confirms
what we already know, Cardinal Zorac. The creature is
highly intelligent, immensely powerful, and it is formed
from anti-matter.’
     ‘It’s a damnable business,’ said Zorac explosively.
‘Damnable. Thalia, you’re the expert on this sort of
thing. What do you have to say?’
     Chancellor Thalia, a handsome woman in the
prime of life, thought for a moment before she replied.
‘In theory, movement between dimensions is possible.
In practice, rather less so. But then, the same thing was
once said about time-travel and for us that has long
been a reality.’
     Councillor Hedin ‘s long thin face was grave. ‘Has
the Matrix fixed the location of the creature?’
     ‘Impossible,’ said President Borusa. ‘Temporal
distortion is extremely severe.’
       ‘The creature must he shielded for the present,’
said Thalia. ‘But very soon the shielding will inevitably
start to decay.’
       ‘Then we shall know precisely where the creature
is,’ said Zorac grimly.
       The Castellan, smooth-faced, blandly authoritative,
spoke for the first time. ‘By which time it will be too
late.’ He paused, and looked meaningfully round the
group. ‘Unless of course the bonding were to be
severed.’
       ‘That of course is quite another matter,’ said Thalia
sharply. ‘We all know what that would mean for the
Doctor.’
       No one spoke, but they all knew what she meant.
       There was only one safe and simple way to sever
bonding of this kind – ensure that one of the parties to
the bond was no longer alive.
                          3
                        Recall

Nyssa was reading from the data-blank screen nn the
TARDIS console. ‘Rondel, an intergalactic region,
devoid of all stellar activity. In former times, the
location of collapsed Q star.’ She looked up at the
doctor. ‘Q star?’
      ‘They’re very rare,’ said the Doctor. ‘Very rare
indeed. On burn out, a Q star creates Quad magnetism.
That’s probably what the sensors picked up. Quad
magnetism is the only force with the ability to shield
anti-matter.’
      ‘Then that’s what will be shielding that creature –
the one that tried to take you over.’
      ‘Has to be,’ said the Doctor thoughtfully. ‘But that
kind of shielding is known to decay very rapidly.
Anything else in the data banks?’
      ‘Not much. Just the name the ancients gave to this
region.’
      ‘What name?’
      ‘The Arc of Infinity!’
      The Doctor rushed over to the data screen and
studied it eagerly. ‘That’s it, Nyssa! That’s how the
creature came through. What we saw was the gateway to
the dimensions. The Arc of Infinity.’

The Time Lord watched eagerly as his alien ally
materialised in the now-familiar cone of light.
    The alien spoke, his voice a laboured gasp. ‘The
bonding registered in the Matrix?’
    ‘Very clearly.’
     ‘And the High Council?’
     ‘Had no choice but to act as we predicted. But
what of you? I detect weakness.’
     ‘That is my concern, Time Lord, not yours. Carry
out my instructions and all will be well.’

Nyssa said thoughtfully, ‘So if this creature can’t
complete its bond with you, Doctor, it can have no real
existence in this Universe?’
     ‘Exactly.’
     ‘And to bond with you successfully, it would have
to have detailed biological information?’
     The Doctor nodded. ‘My bio-data. Which exists
only in the Matrix – on Gallifrey. Which means...’
     Nyssa completed the sentence. ‘Someone on
Gallifrey passed it on.’

As usual, Damon was working in the computer room,
though he was constantly distracted from his work by
thoughts of Talor. His superior had been found by a
fused console, apparently killed by a freak burn-out.
When Damon had reported his suspicions to the
Castellan, he had been ordered to take over Talor’s
duties as well as his own. When he had raised the
question of the illegal transmission of the Doctor’s bio-
data, he had been brusquely told that the matter was ‘in
hand’ and warned not to meddle with affairs that did
not concern him.
     Damon was both worried and afraid. He looked up
nervously as Commander Maxil strode into the
computer room, a burly figure in shining breastplate.
his helmet of office under his arm. He was followed by
two armed guards. All three looked strangely
incongruous in this peaceful setting.
      Maxil thrust an embossed plastic data-card towards
him. ‘You are to feed this directly into the Matrix.
Immediately.’
      Damn stared at the card in astonishment.
      ‘Well, get on with it,’ snapped Maxil. ‘Don’t you
recognise the Presidential Seal?’
      ‘I will need to confirm your authorisation,’ said
Damon hesitantly.
      Maxil nodded to the guards. ‘Arrest him.’
      ‘Please,’ stammered Damon. ‘Wait...’
      Maxil held up his hand, checking the guards. ‘The
Presidential Seal is all the authorisation you need. To
disobey is treason.’
      ‘Perhaps I spoke in haste,’ admitted Damon. He
looked at the data strip. ‘But to recall a TARDIS,
without consent, without prior announcement! You
must understand my position.’ It was clear that Damon
was thoroughly cowed.
      Maxil waved away the guards and said more
gently, ‘Such a decision was not made without due and
proper consideration. Just obey the instruction, Damon.
I will take full responsibility.’
      Damon moved to a seldom-used console, and
slipped the data strip into the appopriate slot. There
was an immediate hum of power as the recall
programme was activated.
      Damon turned to Maxil. ‘When the TARDIS has
been recalled. whereabouts on Galifrey do you want it
located?’
      ‘In the security compound – to which only I will be
allowed access. My guards will be waiting outside.
Inform them the moment the TARDIS arrives.’
      Maxil turned and strode from the room, his guards
at his heels. Worriedly. Damon looked after him. and
then turned his attention back to the recall console. It
was clear that matters of state security were involved
here. There must be no slip-ups.

The Doctor and Nyssa were still discussing the
astonishing events that had taken place in the TARDIS.
     Nyssa looked up from the console. ‘There was a
massive energy transfer when it happened.’
     The Doctor nodded. ‘It would seem that this
creature controls the shift of the Arc. Just think of it
Nyssa: sufficient power to unlock the door to travel
between the dimensions of matter and anti-matter.’
     Suddenly a light began pulsing fiercely on the
console – a light that Nyssa had never seen before.
‘Doctor, we’ve changed course!’
     The Doctor couldn’t believe it. ‘The recall circuit!
It can only be activated by order of the High Council.
We’re being taken back to Gallifrey.’
     Nyssa stared at him. ‘Why?’
     ‘I don’t know. But it must be urgent. Very urgent.
As far as I know, that recall circuit has only been used
twice before in all Time Lord history.’

After his escape from the terrifying experience in the
crypt, Robin had hung about the gardens of the old
house until daylight, so shocked, he had been unable to
move for hours. Only the early-morning arrival of a
couple of gardeners had shaken him from his panic-
stricken inertia. lie had to hide in the shrubbery to
avoid them, but somehow the sight of the familiar
workaday figures had given him courage.
      Desperately he tried to decide what to do next.
Report matters to the authorities? No one was going to
believe his story about the monstrous creature that had
attacked him in the crypt. He’d just get himself put in a
mental home, and that wouldn’t help Colin.
      The first thing to do, decided Robin, was to go
back and look for Colin. He might still be hiding in
there somewhere, wounded, too terrified to move.
      El en though it was daylight, Robin was reluctant
to return to the crypt. It took all his courage to force
himself to move back along the tunnel and open the
door that led into the pump house.
      The little room was empty, quiet except for the
steady humming of machinery and the gurgling of
water in the pipes.
      His rucksack and sleeping-bag wore still there, just
as he had left them. Hastily Robin repacked his
belongings and slung the pack on his back. That done.
he looked fearfully at the other door— the door that led
to the crypt. He took a hesitant step towards it — but
suddenly light flared through the gap beneath, and it
started to open.
      Robin dived for cocer, concealing himself behind
one of the banks of machinery. He heard the door to
the crypt squeak open, and light spilled into the room.
Cautiously Robin peered out from his hiding-place. and
saw a familiar figure in jeans and anorak, attaching
something to the pumping machinery. It was Colin.
      Robin stepped out of hiding. ‘Colin!’ he called
softly.
      The figure froze for a moment, then went calmly
on with its work.
      ‘It’s me, Colin,’ whispered Robin. ‘Come on. we’ve
got to get out of here. I was thinking about getting the
police, but they’d never believe us. Anyway, let’s get
away from this hell-hole.’ He put his hand on Colin’s
shoulder. Colin turned, and Robin backed away,
horrified.
      Colin’s face was a ghastly white, dead white, like
that of a corpse. His red-rimmed eyes gazed straight
ahead in a fixed stare.
      Suddenly Robin heard movement through the
open door to the crypt. Panic-stricken, he made a rush
for the far door. Struggling with the weight of his heavy
pack, Robin dashed along the service tunnel, through
the door at the far end, and out into the blessed
daylight.

The security compound was just that: an open space
with thick walls and an impregnable door... It was
empty – until there came a wheezing groaning sound
and a TARDIS materialised in the centre. It was in the
form of a police box, of the kind once used on Earth.
      Its arrival was monitored by Damon in the
computer room. and by Commander Maxil who
appeared suddenly at his side.
      ‘The TARDIS has arrived, then?’
      ‘Yes. Commander. I was about to inform you.’
      ‘Is the security compound sealed?’
      Damon checked the remote-control circuit. ‘Yes,
Commander.’
      ‘Excellent.’
      Summoning up his courage, Damon said,
‘Commander Maxil... why are you treating the Doctor
like a criminal?’
      ‘I am simply following my orders.’ Maxil turned
and strode from the room.
      Damon stayed at the recall console, staring
worriedly at the battered blue police box on his monitor
screen.
The Doctor and Nyssa emerged from the TARDIS,
looked around the featureless open space, and made for
the only door.
      ‘Where are we?’ asked Nyssa.
      ‘In a security compound, in the heart of the
Citadel. They’re not taking any chances.’
      The Doctor tried the exit door. As he had
expected, it was locked.
      ‘We’re locked in!’ said Nyssa indignantly.
      The Doctor examined the lock. ‘Hand-print
activated – from outside. That and remote control.’ He
looked thoughtfully at Nyssa. ‘Fetch my ident kit from
my workbench, will you? I might just be able to trip the
lock. Quickly!’
      Nyssa gave him an exasperated look and hurried
off.

Tired and dispirited, Robin came into the reception
area of the hostel. It was a clean, well-lighted place, but
the pleasant friendly atmosphere did nothing to cheer
him up. He had just spent a frustrating hour at the
police station, trying to convince the benignly sceptical
Dutch authorities that something terrible had happened
to his friend Colin Frazer. Things hadn’t been made any
easier by the fact that his story was so vague. Even to
convince the police, Robin simply couldn’t bring himself
to tell them what he had seen in the crypt. In fact, the
whole thing had become such a nightmare that he
wasn’t really sure what he had seen himself.
      Robin waited glumly until the receptionist
cheerful, friendly, blonde Dutch girl with a pony-tail,
finished dealing with another enquiry. ‘You have a
room booked for me, I think.’
      Briskly the girl said, ‘What name please?’
      ‘Stuart. Robin Stuart.’
      ‘How long will you be staying, Mr Stuart?’
      ‘I don’t really know. A few the days maybe.’
      ‘No problem,’ said the receptionist cheerfully. ‘Just
let us know when you want to leave.’ She handed him a
room key. ‘You are in room 34.’ As Robin started to
leave she called out, ‘One moment. You are the Mr
Stuart who reserved at the same time as Mr Frazer? Mr
Colin Frazer?’
      ‘That’s right.’
      ‘Will Mr Frazer be checking in himself today?’
      Robin had a quick vision of Colin’s white Face and
staring eyes. ‘Don’t count on it!’
      The girl looked puzzled. ‘I do not understand
what you mean.’
      ‘What I said,’ shouted Robin almost hysterically.
‘Colin Frazer won’t be coming here, not today and not
tomorrow. If you want to know why, ask the police.
They might even get around to looking for him – one
day.’
      Robin’s outburst left the receptionist thoroughly
confused. ‘Something has happened to your friend? I
am sorry. I only asked about him because there is a
telephone message that is all.’
      ‘Sorry,’ said Robin awkwardly. ‘What’s the
message?’
      ‘His cousin will arrive at Schipol airport tomorrow
morning at ten-thirty.’
      This new problem was just too much for Robin to
cope with. What on earth was he going to tell Colin’s
cousin? Deciding to leave the problem until tomorrow,
he went wearily up to his room.
The Doctor’s ident kit was a small wallet full of
electrically charged levers in carious shapes and sizes. a
sort of technological skeleton key.
      It could deal with most locks, but not with the lock
of a security compound on Gallifrey.
      The Doctor sighed and straightened up, selected
another lever, and set to work again
      Nyssa was still feeling indignant. ‘I don’t
understand, Doctor. Why have we been locked in in the
first place? Surely the Time Lords have brought you
back to help find the anti-matter creature?’
      ‘I wish I could believe that.’ said the Doctor grimly.
      ‘What other reason could there be?’
      ‘It won’t be that easy to track the creature down.
The Universe is rather a big place, you know. However,
there’s a much simpler way to prevent the bonding.’
      ‘How?’
      The Doctor didn’t reply. Nyssa stared at him in
sudden horror. ‘You mean – kill you? Is that why
they’ve brought you back?’
      ‘Possibly,’ said the Doctor calmly, and went on with
his work.

In the computer room. Damon had been watching the
Doctor’s struggle with the lock for some time.
     Nerving himself to a decision, Damon reached out
and flicked the remote-control switch.

Suddenly the door to the security compound clicked
open.
    ‘Doctor! You did it!’ said Nyssa.
    ‘On this type of lock – and so quickly? I doubt it.
Someone else took a hand. Come on.’
      He led the way out of the compound and paused
for a moment to check his bearings. ‘This way!’ They set
off down the corridor.
      A guard emerged from a room just behind them,
and stared in astonishment at their retreating figures.
Lifting his wrist-communicator to his lips he whispered,
‘Commander Maxil?’

Not far away, Maxil and a squad of guards were
marching towards the compound.
    The guard’s voice whispered from Maxil’s
communicator. ‘Commander Maxil?’
    Maxil raised his communicator. ‘Yes?’
    He listened in astonishment to the guard’s brief
message and turned to his men. ‘This way. Quickly!’

‘Where are we making for?’ asked Nyssa.
      ‘The computer room. Not far now.’
      ‘Won’t it be guarded?’
      ‘It isn’t usually. But now that they know we’ve
arrived...’
      They came to a corridor junction. ‘Stay there while
I check,’ said the Doctor. He moved a little ahead – and
a guard stepped from a room behind him, stasar
levelled.
      He was about to shoot, when Nyssa sprang forward
and shoved him hard!
      The guard staggered, the shot missed, and the
Doctor dragged Nyssa around the next corner – only to
find they were facing Maxil and more guards.
      ‘Hello,’ said the Doctor cheerfully. ‘I’m the
Doctor.’
      Maxil raised his stasar pistol and shot him down.
                         4
                  Death Sentence

‘No!’ shouted Nyssa, but it was already too late.
     ‘Take them away,’ ordered Maxil coldly.
     Two guards grabbed the wildly struggling Nyssa
and hauled her off. Two more lifted the Doctor’s body
and carried it away.

In the council chamber, Zorac received a report of the
incident on his wrist-communicator. ‘Every time the
Doctor returns to Gallifrey there is violence!’
     ‘Perhaps it is we who should modify our approach,’
suggested Hedin drily.
     ‘The Doctor chose to resist the Capitol Guard.’
     ‘Inevitably! We send armed guards when a friendly
face and a welcoming hand would have sufficed. Is it
any surprise that he resisted?’

The Doctor’s body was carried into the TARDIS, and
Nyssa was herded after him. ‘He’s hurt,’ she protested.
‘He needs proper medical attention.’
      ‘He’s stunned,’ said Maxil callously. ‘He’ll recover.’
      The unconscious Doctor was carried through the
inner door. Maxil knelt and reached under the console,
lifted an access hatch and removed a small but complex
piece of circuitry. Immediately the ever-present low
hum of the TARDIS’s power systems cut out. Only the
lighting circuit remained in operation. Maxil turned to
Nyssa. ‘The compound will he guarded at all times. If
the Doctor tries to leave again, me men will shoot to kill.
See that the Doctor knows this.’
      The guards returned through the inner door, and
left the TARDIS.
      With a last hard stare at Nyssa, Maxil followed
them.
      Nyssa turned and ran to find the Doctor.

The Castellan strode grim-faced into the council
chamber. Immediately, an anxious group of Councillors
gathered round him.
      ‘Well?’ demanded Thalia. ‘Where is he?’
      ‘The Doctor tried to evade security. Some force
had to be used. He will be brought before you as soon as
he is recovered.’
      ‘The situation is critical, Castellan.’
      ‘Of that, Lady Thalia, I am more than aware. If I
may pass? I must give my report to the Lord President.’
Brushing past Zorac, who was in his way, the Castellan
made for the door that led to the presidential suite.

Nyssa’s room in the TARDIS was small and simply
furnished – a bed, a table and chair, a rack of clothes, a
scattering of personal possessions. The Doctor was
sitting on the bed, sipping a restorative cordial, while
Nyssa looked on anxiously.
      ‘How do you feel, Doctor?’
      ‘Better thank you.’ The Doctor rubbed his head.
‘Not the most friendly of welcomes, though.’
      They’ve taken the main space/time element from
the time-rotor.’
      The Doctor smiled wryly. ‘Naturally. That’s the
only way to keep me and the TARDIS here.’
      ‘What do we do now?’
      ‘We need a link – something to prove there’s a
connection between this creature and Gallifrey.’
     ‘And just how are we going to do that?’
     The Doctor made no reply.

The doors to the presidential suite opened and the
Castellan, more grim-faced than ever. marched out.
      Maxil was waiting for him just outside the doors.
The Castellan snapped, ‘Maxil! The Doctor is securely
held?’
      ‘Yes, Castellan.’
      ‘The High Council will want to see him as soon as
he is fully recovered. And Maxil, see that he’s there
when he’s sent for, or you’ll answer to me.’
      He marched off leaving Maxil glaring resentfully
after him.
      One thing was clear. The Castellan’s interview with
the President had not gone at all well.

A jet glided gracefully down onto Amsterdam’s Schipol
Airport, its slipstream ruffling the grass that surrounded
the runway.
      Inside the busy airport concourse a tannoy voice
chanted: ‘KLM announce the arrival of their delayed
flight from London.’
      Robin Stuart heaved himself wearily to his feet,
checked an information monitor, and headed for the
arrivals area.

In the computer room on Gallifrey, Damon was
watching a print-out as it stuttered from a data bank.
He kept glancing nervously at the doorway, as if he was
doing something dangerous and forbidden.
      When the print-out was complete, Damon ripped
it from the feeder-slot, rolled it up tightly, thrust it into
the pocket of his tunic and hurried from the room.
Robin Stuart waited in the arrival area until the
passengers who had been met had gone off with friends
and relatives, and the ones not expecting to be met had
moved purposefully away in search of taxis or the
airport bus.
      Just one person was left, a small, slender girl with
close-cropped auburn hair. She wore shorts, matching
jacket, and a camisole top, and she was looking round as
if she was expecting to be met and hadn’t been.
      This must be the one, decided Robin. He went up
to her. ‘Excuse me... Tegan Jovenka?’
      She turned. ‘Yes?’
      Her voice had the same unmistakable Australian
twang as Colin’s. Robin felt a pang of discomfort at the
incredible news he would have have to bring her. ‘I’m
Robin Stuart. I’m a friend of Colin’s.’
      Tegan held out her hand. ‘Hullo. Colin told me
you’d been travelling around together. Is he here?’
      ‘I’m afraid not.’
      ‘Is he all right?’
      ‘Look,’ said Robin awkwardly. ‘Let’s get into town,
shall we, find a cafe. I’ll tell you all about it there.’

The Doctor and Nyssa had just returned to the control
room when the doors to the outside crashed open and
Maxil marched in, flanked by stasar-carrying guards.
‘You are to come with us, Doctor.’
     The Doctor looked at the levelled weapons in mild
surprise. ‘There’s really no need for all this fire-power.’
     ‘My men have orders to shoot to kill at the slighest
sign of resistance’
     ‘All right, all right. The council chamber, I
suppose?’
     ‘Yes.’ With a wave of his stasar pistol, Maxil urged
them forward.
     ‘One moment,’ said the Doctor. ‘My companion is
not involved in this matter.’
     ‘I have orders to bring both of you,’ said Maxil.
‘Move!’

The Doctor and Nyssa were marched along the Capitol
corridors. They passed through one of the recreation
lounges, where one or two Time Lords sat on low chairs
and couches, talking quietly. Damon was amongst them.
He looked hard at the little procession, then rose and
moved off casually in the same direction, the rolled-up
data strip clenched tightly in his hand.

Tegan and Robin sat at a table in a cafe in the centre of
Amsterdam. It was a big, bustling place, cheap and
cheerful, much used by students and other young
visitors to Amsterdam.
      Tegan smiled at the waitress. ‘Two coffees, please.’
She turned to Robin. ‘So, tell me, when did you last see
Colin?’
      ‘Well, it’s difficult,’ said Robin hesitantly.
      ‘What do you mean, difficult?’
      ‘It’s very hard to explain. He’s disappeared.’
      Tegan stared at him. ‘Disappeared? You mean he’s
just wandered off somewhere?’
      Robin shook his head. ‘It’s more complicated than
that.’ He sighed. ‘You’re just not going to believe this...’
      Haltingly, Robin launched into his incredible tale.

As the Doctor and Nyssa were brought to the council
chamber, the murmuring group of Councillors broke
apart and turned to face them.
     Maxil and his guards bowed and withdrew.
     They looked like rare exotic birds, thought Nyssa,
their gorgeous robes forming and reforming in a swirl
of colour.
     The Doctor paused on the threshold with a nod of
greeting. ‘Councillors.’ He was relaxed and confident,
his manner that of one who greets his equals. With
momentary surprise, Nyssa remembered that the
unassuming figure beside her was of at least equal rank
to any of the imposing Time Lords facing him. Indeed,
for a while the Doctor had held the office of President,
though only for a very short time and under
extraordinary circumstances.
     A Councillor in orange robes responded first to the
Doctor’s greeting. He had a long thin face, kindly and
shrewd, though at that moment his expression was
grave.
     ‘Doctor! A great pleasure to see you again.’
     The Doctor beamed. ‘It’s a pleasure to see you,
Hedin. Nyssa, this is my old friend Councillor Hedin.’
The Doctor looked round the group. ‘Councillors, this
is my companion, Nyssa ofTraken.’
     A handsome middle-aged woman in sumptuous
white robes inclined her head graciously. ‘You are
welcome to Gallifrey, Nyssa ofTraken. I am Chancellor
Thalia.’
     ‘Thank you,’ said Nyssa formally.
     A dark-faced, sharp-featured Councillor in purple
robes came forward. ‘Well, Doctor, an unpleasant
business,’ he said querulously. ‘I’m sure you understand
why the Lord President felt forced to recall you.’
     ‘Not really. I would have returned willingly – given
the opportunity.’
      ‘Indeed, Doctor? You have not always been so
cooperative in the past’ The speaker was a younger
Councillor, gold-robed, with a chain office around his
neck. His manner was smooth and forceful, that of a
man accustomed to being obeyed without question.
      The Doctor turned towards him. ‘Have I not,
Castellan?’
      Thalia said, ‘If you remember Doctor. you were
ordered to return Romana to Gallifrey. Yet you failed to
do so.’
      ‘Romana chose to remain in E-space,’ said the
Doctor unrepentantly.
      Hastily Council Hedin said, ‘Come, this is all past
history.’
      The Doctor nodded, rubbing his chest, still bruised
by the stasar beam. ‘Well, now that I am here... Thalia,
have you formed any theory about what has been
happening?’
      Evasively, Thalia said, ‘There’s been very little
time, Doctor.’
      The Doctor looked round impatiently. ‘Has anyone
checked to see if my bio-data extract has been removed
from the Matrix? Castellan?’
      ‘Exactly what am you suggesting, Doctor?’
      ‘I should have thought that was obvious. None of
this could have happened unless the alien creature had
unlawful access to that information.’
      ‘The most important thing at the moment, Doctor,’
said the Castellan sharply, ‘is to prevent –’
      He broke off as at impressive figure entered the
room, a medium-sized grey-haired man with an
authoritative manner and fiercely intelligent eyes. He
wore robes of silver, more elaborate than any of the
others.
       Zorac cleared his throat. ‘Councillors – the Lord
President,’ he announced pompously.
       The President stared searchingly at the Doctor for
a moment. ‘I see that you too have regenerated,
Doctor.’
       ‘Yes, indeed, President Borusa.’
       ‘And this is Nyssa ofTraken?’
       President Borusa nodded graciously to Nyssa and
then headed for the presidential chair, larger and more
ornate than any of the others. ‘I am sorry to have kept
you all waiting. Please be seated, Councillors.’
       The Councillors took their places, leaving Nyssa
and the Doctor standing before them. Suddenly Nyssa
felt isolated and very vulnerable.
       His voice cold and formal, President Borusa said,
‘This emergency session of the High Council is now in
progress.’

Robin stumbled to the end of his story and looked
despairingly at Tegan. ‘Well, there it is. I don’t suppose
you believe a word of it?’
      ‘Don’t be so sure,’ said Tegan. ‘It sounds exactly
like the sort of thing my friend the Doctor used to get
me involved in.’
      ‘The Doctor?’
      ‘Someone I used to know. Have you reported any
of this to the police?’
      ‘Not all of it. How could I?’
      ‘But you did tell them Colin has disappeared?’
      ‘Sure.’
      ‘What did they say?’
      ‘Colin’s a foreign national. Just another hitch-
hiking teenager. Unless there’s some evidence of
violence – foul play – they’re not all that interested. It’s
the same everywhere.’
      ‘Not interested!’ said Tegan determinedly. ‘We’ll
see about that!’ Colin wasn’t just another kid – he was
Tegan Jovanka’s cousin. ‘We’ll go back to the police
together.’
      Robin looked alarmed. ‘I can’t. I daren’t get any
more involved.’
      Tegan looked angrily at him. ‘What’s that
supposed to mean?’
      ‘Look,’ said Robin miserably. ‘Everything I’ve told
you is the truth. I swear it. But I’ve lost my passport. I
can’t risk making too much of a fuss with the police.’
      Tegan sat back with a sigh, looking round the busy
café. It was full of young people, all talking animatedly.
Everyone scented to be having a good time – except
her. ‘Marvellous, isn’t it? First I lose my job. Not to
worry, I think. I’ll go and see my favourite cousin in
Amsterdam and cheer myself up. Now this!’
      ‘I’m sorry,’ said Robin. ‘I’m being selfish. Of course
I’ll help. What do you want to do?’
      ‘Tell me your story again, every detail. Then we’ll
go to the police.’ She caught Robin’s look. ‘Don’t worry.
It’s all right I’ll do all the talking.’

The Lord President was addressing the High Council.
‘In short, the space/time parameters of the Matrix have
been invaded by a creature from the anti-matter world.
We know its composition, we know how unstable must
be the magnetism that shields it. The creature must be
expelled immediately if we are to avert total disaster.’
     ‘Shouldn’t we at least attempt to discover its
purpose here?’ suggested the Doctor mildly.
      ‘The removal of its presence must be our first and
only concern. Anti-matter cannot exist in harmony with
our Universe.’
      ‘I should like to raise another question, Lord
President,’ said the Doctor firmly. ‘The creature is here
now only because it managed to achieve some form of
bonding with me. To do that it needed something very
special – full and precise details of my biological make-
up. In other words, my bio-data. Now, I didn’t pass that
information on, but somebody did. The question is –
who?’
      ‘You attempted to raise this matter earlier, Doctor,’
said the Castellan coldly. ‘What you imply is utterly
preposterous.’
      The Doctor turned to Thalia. ‘You’re the expert in
this field. Can bonding occur without the full imprint of
a bio-scan?’
      ‘Not to my knowledge, Doctor,’ admitted Thalia
uneasily. ‘But the power of this anti-matter creature
may well be beyond the limits of what we know.’
      The Doctor looked round in alarm. Why were they
all so determined to ignore the obvious? There was a
feeling almost of conspiracy. He raised his voice and
said formally. ‘Lord President, I insist that this matter
be fully investigated.’
      For a moment Borusa did not reply. He looked at
the Doctor with a sort of stern compassion and suddenly
the Doctor realised the reason for the evasiveness of the
Councillors. This meeting was more than a formality.
The decision had already been taken. President
Borusa’s voice was grave. ‘I am sorry, Doctor, but we
must deal with the situation as it exists now. It is a
matter of the utmost urgency, and the time factor leaves
only one course of action open to us.’ The President
raised his voice. ‘Commander Maxil!’
     The Council Chamber doors opened, and Maxil
entered flanked by three guards. All three had drawn
stasar pistols in their hands.
     Borusa said harshly, ‘As I ant sure you know,
Doctor, any form of capital punishment has long been
abolished here on Gallifrey. But in extreme cases, such
as this, where the security of the State is involved, a
Warrant of Termination can be issued. With the
greatest reluctance, the High Council have decided to
issue such a warrant in your case.’
     The Doctor had just been condemned to death.
                       5
                  The Prisoner

It was clear that the President was under enormous
strain, but his voice did not falter. Borusa had always
been ably to face the realities of power. ‘Have you
anything further to say, Doctor"
      ‘I have a great deal to say.’ said the Doctor
furiously. He took a step towards the presidential chair,
and immediately two guards seized his arms.
      It had taken a few moments for Nyssa to realise
what was happening. ‘You can’t do this!’ she cried. ‘You
most destroy the alien, not the Doctor.’
      For the first time there was a note of anguish in
Borusa’s voice. ‘Child! Do you think we have not
considered this? The Universe is vast, and the creature
is shielded. We have no way of tracing it!’
      ‘So you’re going to kill the Doctor instead, just
because it’s easier?’
      ‘With the Doctor... terminated, the creature’s link
with our Universe will be broken, its plans, whatever
they are, defeated. There is no alternative.’ Borusa
raised his voice. ‘Commander! Return the Doctor to the
security compound. As soon as the warrant is issued,
you will convey him to the Place of Termination. I am
sorry, Doctor.’
      As the guards started to lead the Doctor away,
Nyssa sprang forward in protest. ‘No, you can’t. There
most be some other way!’
      One of the guards brushed her aside and the
Doctor was marched to the door.
      In the doorway the Doctor paused for a moment,
looking back at President and the High Council.
‘Executing me won’t alter the facts, you know. There’s a
traitor at work on Gallifrey...’ The Doctor’s voice faded
as he was dragged away.

Hovering nervously outside Amsterdam’s Central Police
Station, Robin looked up eagerly as Tegan came down
the steps. ‘What did they say?’
     Tegan scowled. ‘Foreigners get themselves lost all
the time. They’ll make routine enquiries at the house
and the crypt. When they get around to it... which
means, as you said, they’ll do nothing!’
     ‘What did you tell them – about the crypt.’
     ‘Only that Colin was last seen there.’
     ‘So what do we do now? We can’t just abandon
him.’
     Tegan looked hard at him. ‘You are telling me the
truth about all this?’
     ‘Yes, I am. I swear it.’
     Tegan studied him fora moment longer, then said
decisively, ‘Right, then. Let’s see if we can find Colin for
ourselves!’

Nyssa was making a last desperate plea to the High
Council. ‘Time Lords, I beg you to think of what you
are doing. The creature must have known the precise
location of the Doctor’s TARDIS, the complete time/
space co-ordinates. It also had the Doctor’s bio-data.’
She looked round the impassive group. ‘That
information can only have come from here from
Gallifrey.’
      ‘Only a member of the High Council has the
authority to extract such data from the Matrix,’ said the
Castellan coldly. ‘Like the Doctor, you accuse us of
treason.’
      ‘Can you deny the possibility? At least give the
Doctor a reprieve while the question is investigated.’
      President Borusa said sternly. ‘There is no time.
Whether this charge is proved or disproved, it will not
alter things. We must prevent the full bonding.’
      ‘But the Doctor is innocent!’
      ‘Innocence or guilt do not enter into the matter,’
said Borusa sadly.
      ‘What would you have us do, child?’ demanded
Thalia. ‘If we spare the Doctor, we condemn untold
millions to destruction. That is the choice we face here.’

Damon waited tensely as the Doctor and his escort
neared the door to the security compound. By running
through the corridors, Damon had managed to arrive
ahead of them. Now everything depended on the way
he handled this meeting. As the little party moved past
him, Damon leapt forward, thrust his way through the
astonished guards and clasped the Doctor warmly by
the hand, shaking it vigorously. ‘Doctor, it’s you!’
     ‘Damon, how are you?’ said the Doctor, somewhat
taken aback by the warmth of the greeting.
     ‘Get him out of here.’ ordered Maxil impatiently.
     ‘I only want to speak to the Doctor,’ protested
Damon.
     ‘What’s wrong?’ said the Doctor. ‘He’s an old
friend of mine.’
     ‘I have my orders,’ said Maxil gruffly.
     ‘Well, you don’t have to relish them so much.’
     Damon was bustled off, and the Doctor was
marched on his way – clutching in his hand the rolled-
up data strip Damon had thrust there during that first
enthusiastic greeting.
     Maxil opened the door to the security compound
and the Doctor was thrust inside. They took him across
to the TARDIS and Maxil opened the doors. Inside the
control room the guards took positions by the doors,
obviously prepared to stay.
     The Doctor slipped the data-strip into his pocket.
Somehow he had to find a way to be alone.

By now Nyssa had realised that she was talking to closed
minds.
      ‘I am sorry,’ said Borusa finally. ‘We have listened
to what you say, we understand and we sympathise, but
our decision must stand.’
      Councillor Hedin said, ‘Lord President, in view of
Nyssa’s most convincing arguments, could we not at
least delay the execution?’
      Borusa shook his head. ‘I am sorry.’
      Thalia said, ‘We dare not take the risk, Hedin.’
      Zorac added, ‘We’re all sorry, child, but there is
really no other choice.’
      ‘So much for Time Lord justice,’ said Nyssa
bitterly. She turned and left the council chamber.
      The Castellan said briskly, ‘All that retrains is for
the Warrant of Termination to be drawn up. The
precise wording should be in the Matrix. I will see to it
at once.’
      ‘Whatever should we do without your diligence,
Castellan?’ said Hedin sadly.
      Borusa rose. ‘This session of the High Council is at
an end.’
Nyssa was striding angrily away from the council
chamber when she saw a young Gallifreyan in a brown
tunic coming along the corridor towards her.
      As they came level, he peered into her face. ‘Nyssa?
Nyssa of Traken?’
      Nyssa stopped. ‘That’s right.’
      ‘I am Damon. I’m a friend of the Doctor. We must
talk.’ He glanced round anxiously as a guard came
along the corridor. ‘Not here though. Come.’ Taking
Nyssa by the arm, he led her away.
The High Council merged from the council chamber,
talking in low voices.
      Hedin hurried to catch up with the Castellan. ‘A
moment, if you please, Castellan.’
      ‘Well?’
      ‘I cannot help being worried by what the Doctor
and his companion said. Their allegations –’
      ‘That there must be some connection between this
creature and the High Council?’
      ‘Precisely. The very suggestion that one of the
High Council could be a traitor is extremely disturbing.’
Hedin paused. ‘Do you intend to pursue the matter?’
      The Castellan shook his head dismissively. ‘There
is no real evidence. Not unnaturally, the Doctor and his
companion were both overwrought.’
      ‘All the same,’ persisted Hedin. ‘If it were true –’
      ‘It is not true,’ snapped the Castellan. Because if
such a serious breach of security had occurred, I should
know!’
      Abruptly he turned away.

Damon took Nyssa to one of the recreation lounges.
They sat at one of the low tables. A handful of
Gallifreyans sat talking at nearby tables, though none
were close enough to overhear.
     ‘You’re sure it was the Doctor’s bio-data extract?’
whispered Nyssa.
     Damon nodded. ‘I managed to pass a copy to the
Doctor on his was to the security compound.’
     Nyssa started to rise. ‘We must tell the High
Council at once.’
     Damon put a hand on her ann. ‘Wait, Nyssa. Only
members of the High Council have access to bio-data.’
     ‘Which means that the traitor must be one of them;
said Nyssa slowly.
     ‘That’s right. So, how do we know whom to trust:"
     Nyssa considered. ‘We must find some way to
speak to the Doctor.’
     ‘That will be difficult. He’s very closely confined.’
Damon’s face cleared. ‘But I know someone who might
help...’

The distorted negative manifestation of the anti-matter
creature fluctuated eerily inside the cone of light. ‘It is
decided, then?’
     ‘Yes,’ said the Time Lord. ‘The Doctor is to be
terminated.’
     ‘Excellent. You are prepared?’
     ‘I am. The Matrix is already programmed.’
     The glare faded, and the alien disappeared.

Watched by an impassive guard, the Doctor marched
angrily up and down the TARDIS control room. After a
moment Commander Maxil entered.
     ‘You asked to see me, Doctor?’
     ‘Yes. Your guards will not allow me to leave the
control room.’
      ‘They have their orders.’
      ‘If I am to die,’ said the Doctor levelly, ‘I need time
to prepare my mind—and for that I need to be alone.’
      Maxil frowned. ‘Which is the nearest room?’
      ‘My companion’s. It has already been searched.’
      Maxil considered for a moment. ‘Very well,
Doctor, you may withdraw until it is time. But be
sensible. If you try to lose yourself in the corridors of
the TARDIS my men have detector devices that will
hunt you down and your death will he far front
dignified and painless.’
      Without bothering to reply, the Doctor turned and
left the control room.

Formal head-dress and high-collared robe removed,
Councillor Hedin was relaxing in his room when Nyssa
and Damon called to see him. He rose to receive them.
‘Nyssa! Damon!’
     ‘We had to see you, Councillor,’ said Nyssa
urgently. ‘We need your help.’
     Hedin sighed. ‘I cannot tell you how deeply sorry I
am for what has happened. If there is anything I can do
for you...’
     ‘We must see the Doctor. Can you arrange it?’
     ‘It will be difficult. The Castellan is very possessive
about his charges.’
     ‘The Doctor isn’t a criminal,’ said Damon
indignantly.
     ‘That is true But what has happened makes him
very dangerous, and he will be well guarded.’
     ‘Please try,’ begged Nyssa.
     Hedin’s long, thin face broke into a gentle smile. ‘I
said difficult, Nyssa – but not impossible. Especially with
one so sensitive to public opinion as the Castellan.’
      For a moment Nyssa was puzzled. Then, with a
chill pang she realised what Hedin meant. The
Castellan wouldn’t want it said that the condemned man
hadn’t been shown every consideration – before his
execution.
      In a surprisingly short time. everything was
arranged. Hedin went off to see the Castellan, and
shortly afterwards Commander Maxil himself collected
Damon and Nyssa from Hedin’s room and marched
them along to the security compound.
      ‘Wait here,’ he ordered, and went into the
TARDIS.
      ‘I think there’s something wrong,’ whispered
Damon. ‘The Castellan agreed far too quickly to our
visiting the Doctor.’
      ‘What do you mean?’ asked Nyssa, concerned.
      ‘Even if he knows he can’t really refuse something,
he always attempts to make it look as if he’s granting
you some enormous privilege. I mean, that’s the
Castellan’s way –’
      He broke off as Maxil appeared in the doorway of
the TARDIS. ‘Come along, you two!’

The Doctor was pacing about Nyssa’s room, studying
the bio-data read-out when the guard appeared. ‘This
way, Doctor.’
     Hastily slipping the read-out into his pocket, the
Doctor followed the guard along the corridor. ‘So soon?’
he demanded. ‘What about my appeal?’
     There was no reply.

‘He’s just coming.’ said Maxil.
      As Nyssa and Damon looked towards the inner
door, Maxil took the opportunity to slip a magnetic
bugging device beneath the TARDIS console.
      The Doctor came into the room. ‘Nyssa, Damon...
how did you get in here?’
      Nyssa said, ‘We went to. see Councillor Hedin, and
he arranged it with the Castellan.’
      ‘Well, that’s very generous of the Castellan, isn’t it?
Come, let’s talk in Nyssa’s room.’
      ‘Just a moment,’ said Maxil, a little over--
emphatically. ‘You’re to talk in here.’
      ‘The Castellan said we could be alone,’ said
Damon, quite untruthfully.
      Maxil hesitated and the Doctor said quickly,
‘Excellent!’ He bustled them out of the control room
talking in a loud cheerful voice ‘Well, Damon, what
news of my old companion, Leela?’

In his office, the Castellan listened to the Doctor’s voice.
      ‘How is she adjusting to life on Gallifrey?’
      Then Damon. ‘Oh, very well.. she’s very happy.’
      The Doctor again. ‘I was sorry to miss her
wedding, but perhaps I may get to see her before I
finally depart.’
      The Castellan smiled wryly. It was clear that the
Doctor knew, or at least suspected, about the bugging
device. He would say nothing but conversational
banalities until he was out of earshot. Maxil had
bungled things somehow.
      ‘You’re a fool, Maxil.’ said the Castellan irritably,
and switched off the listening device.

The Doctor ushered his visitors into Nyssa’s room. ‘In
here. I rather think Maxil has just planted a listening
device in the control room: He held out the bio-data
print-out. ‘My thanks, Damon. Now we have proof that
my bio-data extract was removed from the files.’
      ‘So there is a traitor after all?’ said Nyssa.
      ‘Indeed there is. And a disaster in the making.
Unless I’m very much mistaken, Gallifrey could lose
control of the Matrix.’
      Damon was shocked. ‘Surely that’s impossible?’
      ‘That’s exactly what the High Council thinks. We
must see what we can do to stop it happening. I know
you’ve already risked a great deal for me, but if I could
impose on you even further?’
      ‘Anything I can do, Doctor.’
      ‘To begin with, I need another space/time element
for the TARDIS. Preferably one without a recall circuit!’
      ‘I’ll see what I can manage. Anything else?’
      ‘Yes. You could check to see if the Matrix is aware
of any recent events concerning power equipment –
movement details, transportation, anything you can
find’
      ‘Right, Doctor.’
      The door opened and Maxil marched into the
room, glaring around suspiciously.
      Before Maxil could speak the Doctor said, ‘Is our
time up so soon, Commander?’ He looked at Nyssa and
spoke with a complete change of tone. ‘No, Nyssa, that
is my final word. No appeals, no protests. We must
accept the decision of the High Council. Is that
understood?’
      Nyssa gaped at him in utter astonishment.
                        6
                    Termination

Nyssa looked round the computer room. taking in the
row upon row of data storage banks, and the ranks of
terminals and control consoles. ‘Very impressive.’ Her
eye wandered to a transparent wall-cabinet with a rack
of stasar-pistols inside.
      Damon said agitatedly, ‘We must hurry. First I
must check the coding for a Type 40 space/time
element, then I must work out how I can draw one
from technical stores.’ He went to a nearby terminal and
started punching controls.
      Nyssa’s eyes went back to the rack of stasar pistols.
One thing she was sure of: whatever happened, she
wasn’t going to stand tamely by and watch the Doctor’s
execution.

Maxil was reporting to the Castellan in his office, a place
as streamlined and functional as the Castellan himself.
      ‘All is in order, Castellan’
      The Castellan rubbed his chin. ‘No appeals? No
last-minute requests?’
      ‘No, sir. The Doctor seems to be taking it quite
well, in fact.’
      The Castellan looked thoughtfully at him. ‘You
know, you are extremely privileged, Commander Maxil.
It is given to very few to supervise the termination of a
Time Lord... It has in fact, only happened once before.’
      ‘Has the warrant been issued, Castellan?’
      ‘It has. Summon the Doctor.’
The Doctor meanwhile sat brooding in Nyssa’s room.
Surely his theory was right. It must be right.
Nevertheless, he was about to take a most desperate
gamble – with death the penalty of failure.

In the secret chamber beneath the Capitol, the alien
had materialised for a last conference with his Time
Lord confederate. ‘Is it time?’
      The Time Lord said solemnly. ‘The Council has
been summoned to the Place of Termination. You have
but little time now. Can you do what is needed?’
      ‘All will be ready here.’
      The alien faded away.

In his own control room, the masked and cloaked figure
of the alien sat breathing hard for a moment, almost
exhausted by his efforts. He rose laboriously from his
high-backed chair as Colin appeared, escorted by the
hideous creature that had captured him.
     The alien waved towards the black control console
that stood in the centre of the control room. ‘Do
precisely as you have been instructed. To the controls.’
     His face blank, his mind totally controlled, Colin
shuffled zombie-like to the console and stood waiting.

Nyssa watched as Damon assembled a variety of spare
parts into a new space/time element for the Doctor’s
TARDIS. A deep, sonorous chime resounded through
the computer room – a chime that would be heard
throughout the Capitol.
     Nyssa looked up. ‘What is it?’
     ‘The summons. The Doctor is being taken to the
Place of Termination.’ Damon looked up from his work
despairingly. ‘It’s no good, Nyssa. We’re too late.’
      Nyssa jumped up. ‘They’re going to execute him
now, right away?’
      ‘Yes.
      Nyssa went over to the weapons rack and tried to
open it, but it was locked. ‘Damon, help me.’
      ‘No, Nyssa. You can’t stop them now.’
      ‘Help me!’
      ‘Please, Nyssa, listen to me. You’ll die as well...’
      ‘We can’t fail the Doctor now, Damon. You finish
assembling the element. But first, help me to get this
open.’
      Reluctantly Damon punched a code into the key
panel at the base of the cabinet. The transparent cover
slid back and Nyssa selected a stasar pistol.
      ‘This is madness,’ protested Damon.
      Nyssa ignored him. ‘As soon as you’ve finished you
most get to the TARDIS and fit the element in place.
They won’t bother to guard it once the Doctor’s gone. If
all goes well, we’ll need to leave in a hurry.’ She moved
towards the door.
      ‘Be careful, Nyssa,’ called Damon. ‘And good luck.’
      Concealing the pistol beneath her tunic, Nyssa
hurried away.

The grave notes of the chime resounded through the
Capitol as the Doctor was led in solemn procession to
the Place of Termination.
     Such Gallifreyans as they passed bowed their heads
in sorrow – news of the doctor’s arrival, arrest and
imminent execution had spread rapidly through the
Capitol.
     Nyssa ran along the corridors, just in time to see
the Doctor’s party disappear around the corner.
Cautiously she followed after them.
There was little enough to see in the Place of
Termination. It was a plain, functional area, with
metallic blue walls. In the centre was a kind of
enclosure, defined by two semi-circular rails, a space just
large enough for one man to stand. Above the enclosure
was suspended a huge transparent tube.
      Arrayed in their formal robes of office, the
members of the High Council stood waiting.
      The Doctor looked at each face in turn: Borusa, his
face composed, showing little of the strain he must be
feeling; Lady Thalia, sorrowful but determined; Zorac,
tense and grim, nerving himself to an unpleasant duty;
the Castellan, bland and impassive, as if Termination
was an everyday event; and finally, Hedin, his face sad
and solemn,
      ‘Well,’ said the Doctor grimly. ‘I hope you know
what you’re doing.’
      Borusa said gravely, ‘You know the choice we have
to face, Doctor. Your life, against the safety of the
Universe. Our collective duty, if not our conscience, is
clear.’
      ‘Was the decision unanimous?’
      ‘No. There was one dissenter. Your good friend
Councillor Hedin.’
      The Doctor smiled. ‘Thank you, Hedin. I
appreciate all you’ve tried to do for me.’
      The Castellan handed the President a scroll.
Borusa unrolled it and began reading aloud. ‘By the
authority vested it me, as laid down by Rassilon, I, Lord
President Borusa, in accordance with the decision of the
majority of the High Councillors here present, decree
that this Warrant of Termination shall now be executed
upon the Doctor...’
There were two guards posted outside the Termination
Area. Nyssa paused for a moment. Reaching beneath
her tunic she set her stasar pistol to stun, then began
strolling innocently towards them.
      She came closer, closer... Just as they were about to
challenge her, she whipped out the pistol and shot them
down, one after the other. Re-setting her stasar to kill,
she slipped into the Place ofTermination.
      Borusa was concluding his speech. ‘And so, by
reason of cruel but unavoidable necessity, we have no
option but to exercise the final sanction of Termination.’
Rolling up the scroll, Borusa handed it to Maxil.
‘Commander Maxil, this warrant empowers you to carry
out our judgement.’
      Maxil bowed his head respectfully, and took the
scroll. ‘Bring the Doctor forward.’
      The Doctor was marched forward. He was just
about to step into the Termination Area when Nyssa
burst through the door, covering the tight little group
with her stasar pistol.

The alien’s control room was filled with a surging roar
of power. Colin, reduced to no more than a pair of
hands at the service of his captors, was busy at the
controls,
     ‘Align scan co-ordinates,’ ordered the alien. Collins
hands moved to obey.

‘Over here, Doctor,’ called Nyssa. ‘Quickly.’
    To her astonishment, the Doctor didn’t move. ‘No,
Nyssa. I will not have blood shed to save my life.’
    ‘Guards, seize her.’ ordered Borusa.
    The guards moved forward.
      Immediately Nyssa’s weapon swung round to cover
the President, and the guards froze.
      ‘Nyssa ofTraken; said Borusa sternly. ‘I command
you to lay aside that weapon.’
      ‘Quickly, Doctor,’ shouted Nyssa again.
      ‘Obey the President, girl,’ commanded Thalia
furiously. ‘Otherwise you too will die.’
      ‘You cannot escape, you know,’ said the Castellan.
      ‘Don’t you understand?’ said Nyssa desperately.
‘The Doctor was betrayed. His bio-scan was retrieved
from the Matrix. Tell them, Doctor.’
      ‘They’re right, Nyssa,’ said the Doctor calmly. ‘We
can’t escape...’
      ‘We can. We’re all ready to leave!’
      ‘Please, Nyssa, you must obey the Lord President.’
The Doctor held out his hand. ‘Believe me, I know what
I’m doing!’
      Nyssa was about to protest further when the
Doctor said firmly, ‘The weapon. Nyssa, please.’
      Nyssa lowered the stasar pistol. The Doctor took it
from her hands and pissed it to the nearest guard.
‘Lord President.’ he said calmly. ‘My companion acted
solely from misguided loyalty. She will cause no further
trouble. In return, I ask that she be allowed to go free.’
      A little shakily Borusa said. ‘Thank you, Doctor.
For your sake, we will overlook her offence.’
      Waving aside his guards, the Doctor walked over to
the Termination Enclosure and stepped between the
two circular rails. He looked around the room and
smiled reassuringly at Nyssa.
      Borusa nodded to Commander Maxil, who threw a
switch on the control panel.
     The Enclosure filled with light, and the
transparent tube of the Termination Chamber began
lowering itself over the Doctor.

In the alien’s control room, Colin stood waiting
impassively as the power surged to its peak.
      At last the order came. ‘Activate booster control
now!’
      Colin threw a switch and the control room was
filled with a blaze of light.

There was a blaze of light too inside the Termination
Chamber, and a sudden swirling mist obscured the
Doctor’s form. Power hummed, the light blazed
brighter, the mists boiled wildly. Watching in horrified
fascination, Nyssa thought she saw just for a second the
Doctor’s figure fading and a strange alien shape taking
its place. Then this shape faded too.
      The power-throb died down, the light faded and
the mist cleared from inside the Termination Chamber.
      It was empty.
      Commander Maxil bowed to President Borusa.
‘Judgement has been carried out, Lord President. The
Doctor is dead.’
      Nyssa’s eyes blurred with tears and she turned
away.
                        7
                    The Matrix

President Borusa touched a control, and a large
monitor screen lit up, high on the wall. It showed a
symbolic representation of the Matrix, an interlocking
web of energy impulses, a kind of three-dimensional
spider’s web.
     Borusa studied the display. ‘The Matrix is clear.
The creature has been expelled...’

The Doctor awoke.
      He was floating against velvet blackness... He felt
weightless, almost disembodied. Was he dreaming?
Periodically, energy impulses zipped past him at
incredible speed – the speed of thought.
      The Doctor opened his eyes and saw that he was
floating in a great three-dimensional energy web, like a
swimmer drifting gently with the tide. He was in the
Matrix.
      He heard soft, mocking laughter, felt some unseen,
nalignant presence.
      ‘Who are you?’ called the Doctor feebly.
      There was no reply.

The Castellan strode away from the Place of
Termination, Commander Maxil following respectfully
at his heels.
      The Castellan was silent, brooding. At last he said,
‘What was your opinion, Maxil?’
      ‘Of the termination, Castellan? Not quite what I
expected.’
     ‘Nor me. I want a full analysis of the event. Be
discreet – but do it immediately.’

As soon as she’d recovered her self-control, Nyssa
headed for the TARDIS. As she’d predicted earlier, it
was unguarded now.
      She found Damon in the control room. He had just
completed the installation of the new space/time
clement. ‘It’s ready, Nyssa. We can leave – ‘ He broke
off at the sight of her face ‘The Doctor? He’s –’
      Nyssa nodded. Too upset to speak, she went
through the inner door.

The alien creature appeared in its cone of light. ‘It is
done.’
    The waiting Time Lord leaned forward anxiously.
‘And the Doctor?’
    ‘Weak – but he lives. You have done well, Time
Lord.’

Maxil came into the computer room. He looked round,
relieved to find that for once the place was empty.
      He went to a terminal and began punching in the
programme for a full computer analysis of the Doctor’s
termination.

On a monitor screen in a room not far away a Time
Lord was watching Maxil at his work.

Drifting, half-dreaming, the Doctor heard a deep,
resonant voice. ‘Doctor!’
     He opened his eyes. There, floating somewhere in
front of him was a masked, cloaked figure. The Doctor
stared at it, trying to focus his eyes. The tight-fitting
stylised mask resembled a knight’s helmet, though more
elongated, with something insect-like about it. The
apparition wore a heavy medallion on its chest, like a
badge of rank. There was something oddly familiar
about it...
      ‘Doctor!’ called the voice again. ‘Do you know
where you are, Doctor?’
      ‘The Matrix... I must be in the Matrix.’
      ‘Only your mind. Your body is still in the
Termination Area, shielded and made invisible by an
energy barrier.’
      The Doctor said weakly, ‘I knew you wouldn’t let
me die.’
      ‘You knew? You realised that this would happen?’
      ‘I guessed. Besides, I hoped it would give me the
chance to meet you.’
      ‘And now that you have, what do you make of me,
Doctor?’
      ‘It’s difficult to say – without knowing who you are.
Yet you seem... familiar...’
      Again there came the mocking laughter. ‘Let us
just say I am a friend, Doctor. A friend who holds your
feeble life-force this side of existence...’

Robin led Tegan through the crowded centre of
Amsterdam, down a series of quieter side-streets, and
finally to a handsome old house set back from the road.
      He took her through the entrance gates, and
round the side of the house, the approach that led
direct to the pump room. Not surprisingly, Robin didn’t
plan to go back into the crypt if he could possibly avoid
it.
     Tegan brushed dust from the shoulder of her
jacket as they moved along the tunnel. It’s filthy in here.
What is this place?’
     ‘It’s a service tunnel. Not far now.’ Robin opened
the door, and led the way into the pump house.
     Tegan looked round. There was nothing much to
see. The horseshoe shaped booster element which Colin
had attached to the machinery was throbbing quietly,
but neither Tegan nor Robin registered it.
     ‘So this is where you slept?’ asked Tegan.
     ‘That’s right. The crypt is through this door here.’
     Tegan tried the door. ‘It’s locked.’
     ‘Funny – it wasn’t before. Maybe a gardener or
caretaker’s been down here.’
     Tegan rattled at the door. ‘For all we know, Colin
could still be behind there. Maybe he’s hurt.’
     Something caught Robin’s eye. a shape jammed
behind one of the heavy pipes. ‘Tegan, look!’ He pulled
out Colin’s rucksack, which had been thrust into hiding.
‘This is Colin’s. He must be still around.’

Maxil scanned the data flowing across the read-out
screen. He punched a re-play button, then studied it all
again as if unable to believe his eyes.
     He switched off the screen and spoke into his wrist-
communicator. ‘Castellan?’
     ‘Yes, Maxil.’
     ‘I think you should come down here at once,
Castellan.’
     ‘Very well.’
     Maxil switched on the screen, and studied the data
yet again.
The Doctor was still engaged in his strange dream-like
conversation with the masked apparition. ‘If you have
something to say to the Time Lords, some proposition
to offer them, why don’t you speak to them directly?’
      ‘I have considered that. But they would never
listen. Not to me.’
      ‘You are known on Gallifrey?’
      ‘I was not always as you see me now, Doctor,’ said
the deep voice sadly. ‘Once I too had life, real existence
in your dimension. Soon, with your help, I shall have it
again.’
      ‘Not if it means losing control of the Matrix to you,’
said the Doctor. ‘The price is too high. The Time Lords
would never permit it.’
      ‘Do not provoke me, Doctor. We shall talk again –
when you are more ready to listen.’
      Exhausted by the effort of the conversation, the
Doctor drifted back into unconsciousness.

The Castellan frowned down at the read-out screen.
     ‘You see, Castellan,’ said Maxil eagerly. ‘I’ve been
through the data again and again, and there can be no
doubt. The circuit was altered, rigged to cut out at the
moment of Termination.’
     ‘Then the Doctor did not die!’
     ‘Not according to this. And there’s something else.
The girl was right about the bio-scan. It was transmitted
from here – on Gallifrey.’

In a nearby room, the watching Time Lord switched off
his screen. It was time for action.

‘We must find the Doctor,’ said the Castellan
determinedly. ‘Do that, and the rest will fall into place.’
   ‘Will you inform the High Council?’
   ‘No. We will handle this ourselves, Maxil. Bring
Damon and the girl Nyssa here to me.’

Robin and Tegan were still trying to decide on their
next move. Tegan had been looking through Colin’s
rucksack, but had found nothing helpful.
      ‘At least you know Colin was here now,’ said Robin.
      Tegan sighed. ‘What beats me is why anyone
would want to sleep in a place like this.’
      Suddenly the pipes and the pumping machinery
began throbbing with power. It sounded almost as if the
water within was boiling.
      They looked at each other in alarm. For a moment
it seemed as if the whole system was about to explode.
Then the sound steadied to a dull roar.

When Damon came into her room, Nyssa was sitting on
the bed, staring blankly into nothingness.
     ‘It’s no use just brooding on things,’ said Damon
awkwardly.
     There were sudden noises outside, shouts and the
tramp of booted feet. The door opened and Maxil
appeared, guards behind him.
     Indignantly Nyssa jumped up. ‘What are you
doing here?’
     ‘We’ve had orders to search the doctor’s TARDIS.’
     ‘What are you looking for?’
     Instead of answering the question, Maxil said, ‘You
two are wanted. Come with me.’
     ‘I demand to know what’s going on,’ began Nyssa.
     Maxil drew his stasar pistol. ‘Move!’
     ‘Better do as he says, Nyssa,’ said Damon wearily.
     And Maxil marched them away.
Although they didn’t know it, what Tegan and Robin
were hearing was the operation of the newly installed
booster element.
     ‘What’s going on?’ asked Tegan again. ‘It is all
going to blow up?’
     Robin shrugged. ‘Search me. Maybe we’d better –’
     Light flooded from beneath the door that led to
the crypt.
     ‘Quickly!’ whispered Robin. Grabbing Tegan’s
hand, he dragged her into hiding behind one of the
massive pipes that ran down the walls.
     The door to the crypt creaked eerily open. Colin
came into the pump room and moved past them,
heading for the booster element.
     Tegan tried to go to him, but Robin held her hack.
‘Wait!’ he whispered.

Floating helplessly in the Matrix, the Doctor became
dimly aware of some great disturbance. Something was
happening, something very important. He had to... he
had to... It was no use. He sank back into
unconsciousness.

To Damon’s surprise, Maxil took them back to the
computer room, where a grim-faced Castellan was
waiting by the data screen.
     True to form, the Castellan began the conversation
with immediate accusation. ‘Damon! You transmitted
the Doctor’s bio-data!’
     Damon was shocked. ‘No. Castellan, how could I? I
do not have access to the necessary codes.’
     ‘But you knew it had happened – this
transmission?’
      ‘Yes, Talor and I discovered it, more or less by
accident.’
      ‘Why didn’t you tell me?’
      ‘Talor tried to tell you,’ said Damon angrily. ‘You
refused to see him. Next thing I knew, Talor was dead.’
      Sternly the Castellan said, ‘What are you implying
Damon? Why didn’t you come to me?’
      ‘Only members of the High Council have the
access codes to bio-scan circuits.’
      ‘And so?’
      ‘You too are a Councillor, Castellan. You see my
dilemma?’
      The Castellan changed his tack. ‘There is another
matter, even more serious. There was interference with
the Termination Circuit.’
      ‘Of that I know nothing, Castellan,’ said Damon
firmly. ‘Once again, I simply don’t have the authority to
know the coding that would give access.’
      ‘The Doctor would know. He could have instructed
you. You had contact with the Doctor, did you not?
      ‘Yes, but that was only...’
      Damon remembered that the reason he had made
contact with the Doctor was to give him the read-out
strip that confirmed that his bio-data had been illegally
transmitted – not something he wanted to confess to the
Castellan.
      Damon was floundering hopelessly, when Nyasa
came to his rescue. ‘You’re asking a lot of questions
now, Castellan,’ she said pointedly. ‘It’s a great pity you
weren’t more concerned when the Doctor was still alive.’
      ‘Don’t you play games with me, girl,’ snarled the
Castellan. ‘The Doctor is alive – and you know it!’
                        8
                    The Traitor

Colin worked on the booster element for some time,
while Robin and Tegan watched from their hiding-
place. He seemed to be making a number of complex
adjustments – which was ridiculous, Tegan realised
suddenly. Her cousin Colin, who couldn’t so much as
change a light-bulb without making a mess of it, was
operating some piece of complex alien machinery like a
trained engineer.
      Cohn turned and Tegan saw the blank face and
staring eyes, and realised that although the hands were
Colin’s, the mind behind them was not his own. Colin
finished his task and turned away.
      Tegan could restrain herself no longer. ‘Colin!’ she
called.
      Colin ignored her. He walked stiffly out of the
pump room and went back through the door that led to
the crypt.
      Tegan ran after him.
      ‘No, don’t!’ called Robin.
      ‘We can’t just leave him,’ said Tegan over her
shoulder, as she followed Colin into the crypt.
      On the threshold of the crypt. she stopped in
horror. A door stood open in one of the tombs. giving
forth a blaze of light. In front of it, facing her, stood
Colin.
      Beside him stood a hideous lizard-like creature
with a long thin skull, ending in a mouthful of fangs. It
held some kind of weapon in its hands.
     Before Tegan could move, the weapon fired,
projecting a fierce beam of light that struck and
enveloped her.
     From the doorway, Robin saw Tegan flash from
positive to negative and disappear.
     He turned to run, but it was too late. The creature
fired again, and like Tegan, Robin pulsed from positive
to negative and vanished.

The Doctor struggled to wakefulness. Something was
happening, some great disturbance in the Matrix. He
had to know. ‘All right,’ he shouted. ‘All right, you win.
Let’s talk!’
     There was no reply.

‘We know there is a conspiracy,’ said the Castellan. ‘I
am determined to get to the bottom of it.’
      ‘You could start by finding the Time Lord who
killed Talor,’ said Damon boldly.
      ‘We will. And we shall find the Doctor as well.
Commander Maxil, mount a full search. He must be
somewhere in the Capitol.’
      Maxil saluted and stamped out.
      The Castellan looked broodingly at Nyssa and
Damon. ‘I haven’t finished with you two. You will
remain here till I return!’
      He strode out after Maxil, leaving a guard outside
the door.
      Nyssa grabbed Damon by the shoulders. ‘He’s
alive, Damon. He’s alive!’
      Gently Damon disengaged himself and went over
to one of the computer terminals.
      Nyssa watched him, puzzled. ‘What are you
doing?’
     ‘I may have to stay here, but I don’t have to stay
here and do nothing. I’m not leaving everything to the
Castellan either. I’m going to do a little investigating of
my own.’

Commander Maxil surveyed the assembled squad of
guards. ‘Start by searching the residential wing, but be
discreet. No one is to know we’re looking for the
Doctor.’
     The guards moved away.

Tegan and Robin recovered, to find themselves in a
featureless ante-room in front of a closed door.
      Tegan rubbed her eyes. ‘Where are we, Robin?’
      ‘No idea. Do you feel all right?’
      ‘I think so. A bit woozy.’
      The door opened and a tall figure appeared. It was
cloaked and masked, and it looked both powerful and
sinister.
      ‘Do not be afraid. If you co-operate you will come
to no further harm.’
      ‘Co-operate?’ asked Tegan unsteadily. ‘Why? What
do you want of us?’
      ‘To begin with – answers. Why did you intrude in a
place where you had no business?’
      ‘We were looking for Colin, my cousin.’
      ‘I see. The primitive.’
      The contempt in his tone made Tegan angry, and
she forgot her fear. ‘His name is Colin Frazer. He’s my
cousin. Where is he?’
      The alien gestured towards the doorway. ‘He
serves me, in there. If you are capable of doing the
same, you will not find me ungrateful.’
      ‘And if we’re no use to you?’
      ‘You will be destroyed.’ The alien stepped aside,
and the lizard-like creature appeared. ‘The Ergon will
scan you for possible future use. Step forward, girl. It
would be unwise to resist.’
      Tegan forced herself to move forward, and to
stand quite still as the Ergon put a stubby clawed hand
on her head. She felt a brief, tingling sensation and
realised that in some way knowledge was being
gathered from her mind and transferred, via the Ergon,
to the mind of the alien.
      The process took only a few moments. When it was
concluded the alien said, ‘So, you are known to the
Doctor?’
      ‘And if I am?’ asked Tegan defiantly.
      ‘Answer!’
      ‘All right, I know the Doctor. I’m a friend of his.
What of it?’
      There was grim amusement in the alien’s voice.
‘Then we are both fortunate. It seems you can be useful
to me after all.’
      A steady beeping sound came from the door, and
the alien turned and stalked away. His Time Lord
confederate was summoning him.
As soon as the alien figure appeared in the cone of light,
the Time Lord leaned forward urgently. ‘There is
trouble, grace trouble. A full-scale security search is in
progress for the Doctor. They know he’s alive.’
      ‘How did this happen?’
      ‘The termination aroused suspicion in some way.
The Castellan investigated. He hasn’t told the High
Council yet—we must act before he does.’
      ‘How shall we act?’
      ‘Release the Doctor. He has to be free, here on
Gallifrey, before you can concentrate your powers on
transfer and complete the bonding. As a prisoner in the
Matrix he is useless to you.’
     ‘We cannot take the risk. Once free, the Doctor will
make trouble.’
     ‘We must take the risk. Your only hope now is to
achieve transfer swiftly.’
     The alien considered. ‘As it happens, there may be
a way that the Doctor can be persuaded not to interfere.
Very well, Time Lord, I will do as you suggest.’

A voice spoke to the Doctor in the Matrix. ‘Doctor.’ He
opened his eyes and saw the masked figure floating
before him. ‘What do you want?’
      ‘I have good news for you, Doctor. Since I wish for
no enmity between us. I intend to release you.’
      ‘Very good of you, May I ask what I’ve done to
deserve it? Or should I say, what do you want in
return?’
      ‘You will be freed — if you give me your word not
to interfere with my plans.’
      ‘I will do everything I can to stop you,’ said the
Doctor steadily.
      ‘Then I am forced to persuade you.’
      Tegan appeared, floating in the Matrix.
      ‘A friend of yours, Doctor. You will give me your
word not to interfere – or she must suffer.’
      ‘No. It’s an illusion. It’s not Tegan.’
      ‘Tell him, girl.’
      Tegan had suddenly found herself floating in this
terrible limbo and she was very frightened. ‘Help me,
Doctor. Help me, please.’
      ‘It isn’t Tegan,’ repeated the Doctor stubbornly.
‘Tegan’s on Earth, I know she is.’
     ‘Very well, Doctor,’ thundered the alien voice. ‘If
she is only an illusion, then you will not be distressed to
see her suffer.’
     Tegan’s shape seemed to twist and distort, as if
under intolerable pressure. She screamed, ‘Doctor,
please! Help me...’

The Castellan strode back into the computer room to
find Damon running a computer programme. ‘You!
What are you doing?’
      ‘An analysis. It is almost finished now,’ said Damon
calmly. ‘I’ll need your palm-print. The final results are
classified.’ He pointed to an illuminated square on the
console. ‘Just here, please.’
      Too astonished to protest, the Castellan put his
palm on the light-square. Immediately a stream of
print-out came from a data slot. Damon took it out,
scanned it swiftly and passed it to the Castellan.
      As the Castellan took in the contents his face
became grim and determined. ‘I see. Well done,
Damon.’ He spoke into his wrist-communicator. ‘Maxil!’
      ‘Yes. Castellan?’
      ‘Have you found him yet?’
      ‘Not yet, Castellan.’
      ‘Continue the search – and bring Councillors
Thalia, Hediri and Zorac to my office – immediately.’
      Damon said soberly. ‘So now you know who is
responsible Castellan.’
      ‘Yes. This analysis gives us all the proof we need.’
      ‘So the Doctor is innocent!’ said Nyssa
triumphantly.
      ‘Not necessarily. I believe that the Doctor plotted
this conspiracy. Now I know who helped him to do it.’
     The Castellan strode out closing the door firmly
behind him. This time there was a sinister click. Nyssa
tried the door and found it was immovable. ‘We can’t
get out.’
     ‘No,’ said Damon calmly. The Castellan has locked
us in.’ He returned to his console.

The Doctor was unable to stand the sight of Tegan’s
agony any longer. ‘All right,’ he shouted. ‘All right, I’ll
do whatever you say.’
     Tegan’s image faded.
     ‘Her life depends on you, Doctor,’ warned the
alien.
     ‘As yours depends on mine?’
     ‘Then see that nothing threatens it. Goodbye,
Doctor. The next time we meet it will be on Gallifrey.’
The image of the Doctor faded from the Matrix.

When Tegan recovered consciousness, Robin was
shaking her shoulder. ‘Tegan! Are you all right?’
     Tegan came to and found herself back in the ante-
room. Robin looked anxiously at her. ‘That thing put
you into some kind of trance... What happened?’
     ‘I’m not sure,’ said Tegan. ‘But I saw the Doctor...’

The Termination Chamber filled with light – and the
Doctor materialised. The Chamber rose and the Doctor
was free again. He looked round cautiously. Luckily, the
Place of Termination was empty.
     He crossed to the door and looked out. The
corridor beyond was empty as well. The Doctor hurried
away.
The cloaked figure appeared in the doorway. ‘Girl, you
were of great help to me. To show my appreciation I
return your cousin to you. I have restored his mind.’
     To Tegan’s delight, Colin came into the ante-
room. He looked dazed and confused, but the ghastly
fixed stare and the shambling zombie-like movements
were gone. He stared disbelievingly at her. ‘Tegan?’
Before Tegan could answer he went limp and collapsed.
     Tegan was just in time to catch him as he fell.

      An angry little group of Councillors was gathered
in the office of the Castellan.
      Cardinal Zorac led the protest. ‘What the devil is
going on, Castellan? Guards crashing about everywhere,
searches... It’s like a madhouse out there.’
      The Castellan took his seat, and gestured to the
rest of them to be seated. ‘My apologies, Councillors.’
      ‘So I should think!’ said Thalia indignantly. ‘We
are not in the habit of being summoned by armed
soldiers. We await your explanation, Castellan.’
      The Castellan paused for a moment before he
replied. ‘An extremely grave situation has come to light.
To begin with, I have indisputable evidence that the
Doctor is still alive.’
      ‘Ridiculous,’ snapped Zorac. ‘We saw him
terminated.’
      ‘The Doctor lives, Zorac. My men are searching for
him now.’
      Thalia said. ‘How can he be alive?’
      ‘He was helped to evade termination – by a
member of the High Council.’
      There was an astonished silence, during which
Maxil entered with a sheaf of documents.
     The Castellan said, ‘Damon made an analysis of all
the relevant security circuit traffic. I have had copies
transcribed for you.’
     As Maxil passed the documents round, the
Castellan continued, ‘Study them well, Councillors.
They will tell you the name of our traitor.’
     The Doctor made his way to the computer room
search of Damon and Nyssa, eluding several parties of
guards on the way. He reached the door, only to find it
locked.
     The Doctor put his palm to the light square but
nothing happened. ‘Cancelled my authorisation long
ago, I imagine. Pity.’ He had a sudden brainwave. ‘The
presidential codes!’
     The presidential codes cancelled all prohibitions,
over-rode all other instructions. The Doctor began
stabbing frantically at the keyboard beneath the lock.
‘Let me see. Four... five... four... four... five... five.’ He
could hear booted footsteps in a nearby corridor. More
guards! ‘Three... nine... one... three... nine... one...
three... nine...’ The footsteps were coming closer.
‘One... six... five... two!’
     The door slid open and the Doctor slipped inside.
     Damon and Nyssa stared at him in amazement,
and then Nyssa ran to hug him. ‘Doctor!’
     ‘How did you open the door?’ asked Damon.
     The Doctor beamed. ‘Pure luck!’

Thalia looked up from the documents in sheer
astonishment. ‘This is unbelievable, Castellan.’
     ‘Nevertheless, Thalia, you hold the proof in your
hands. The traitor is Lord President Borusa.’
                        9
                     Unmasked

‘The Lord President?’ said Thalia incredulously. ‘Are
you sure, Castellan?’
      ‘His presidential codes were used to manipulate
the Matrix. His code was registered in the computer
room at the time Talor was killed.’
      ‘But why?’ demanded Zorac. ‘Why would he do all
this?’
      By now the Castellan had worked the matter out –
to his own satisfaction at least. ‘The anti-matter
creature. As you know, its link is with the Doctor and
through him to Gallifrey. The President is allied with
them both.’
      ‘For what purpose, Castellan?’ asked Thalia. ‘What
do they hope to achieve?’
      ‘We know that the creature controls the shift of the
Arc of Infinity. What if the Arc were to be located here,
permanently, linked to the Matrix?’ There was silence
while the Councillors grappled with the idea.
      The Castellan answered his own question. ‘Power!
enormous power, well beyond the ability of anyone to
control – except for those who were already linked to the
Matrix.’
      Zorac said slowly, ‘The Lord President, you mean?’
      ‘Yes,’ snapped the Castellan. ‘Through the Doctor
and this creature – I am convinced that this is precisely
what they intend to do.’
‘You might at least have told me what you were up to,
Doctor. I thought you were dead.’
      The Doctor said apologetically. ‘I’m sorry, Nyssa,
there just wasn’t the opportunity. We were watched all
the time remember. Damon, did you do as I asked?’
      ‘I got you the space/time element, yes. It’s already
installed in the ‘TARDIS.’
      ‘What about the check on the movement of power
equipment? Anything turn up?’
      ‘Just one item, Doctor. A fusion booster element
was transported very recently.’
      ‘A fusion booster?’
      ‘Apparently it’s a very advanced piece of
equipment, still in the experimental stage. Unstable, but
capable of an enormous conversion-rate over a very
short period.’
      ‘Conversion from what?’
      ‘It’s fuelled by anything that contains hydrogen
atoms. Water would be perfect’
      The Doctor said urgently. ‘Now listen, Damon, this
is very important. I need to know the precise
destination of that power booster. Where it was sent to
and who sent it there. Do you think you could find that
out for me?’
      ‘I’ll try.’ Damon moved over to the computer
console and set to work.
      ‘Shouldn’t we just go, while we’ve got the chance?’
suggested Nyssa.
      ‘We are going, Nyssa. We’re going to Earth.’
      ‘To Earth? What for?’
      ‘That’s where the anti-matter creature is now.’
      ‘How do you know?’
      ‘Tegan’s on Earth, and the creature’s got Tegan. I
saw her, in the Matrix.’
The corridors of the Capitol were still busy with the
bustle of armed guards—the Castellan was checking up
on the progress of the search for the Doctor.
     ‘The residential wings are cleared,’ reported Maxil.
‘My men are searching the technical areas.’
     ‘You have sealed the Capitol?’
     ‘Yes, Castellan. Nothing can get in or out without
our knowing.’
     ‘Then it’s just a question of time, isn’t it?’

The Time Lord and the alien were in urgent
conference. ‘The Castellan is very close to the truth
now. Soon he will know everything... and so will the
High Council.’
     ‘They will take action,’ said the alien slowly.
     ‘Yes, but not until they find the Doctor.’
     ‘You most delay them. I need more time if I am to
generate sufficient power for transfer.’
     ‘More time? I’ll try, but I can’t guarantee it.’
     ‘You must! You will have to isolate the Matrix
Master Control.’
     ‘How?’
     ‘Use your influence with the Lord President.’
     ‘Very well. I will do my best.’
     ‘Thank you, Time Lord.’
     The Time Lord said, ‘What we are, we owe to you.
Your return is all that matters.’
     The alien bowed his head, accepting the tribute as
no more than his due. ‘Very well. Meanwhile, I will try
to prevent them using the Matrix against us.’
     The alien faded away.
     Councillor Hedin sighed deeply. Reaching into a
drawer, he took out the stubby impulse-laser with which
he had killed Talor. Hedin hated violence, but any
means – any means at all – were justified by the
importance of the great cause he served. Concealing the
weapon beneath his robes, Councillor Hedin, that
gentle scholarly man who was also a traitor and a
renegade, went out of the hidden chamber.

Tegan, Robin and Colin were still prisoners in the same
featureless ante-chamber. Colin had recovered from his
faint, but although more or less himself again, he
seemed dangerously weak and confused. He had only
the vaguest idea of what had happened to him, and had
relapsed into an exhausted sleep.
      More to pass the time than because they thought it
would be of any real use, Robin and Tegan had been
looking for a way of escape, but without success. The
walls were impregnable and there was nothing to attack
them with anyway. The only door led to the inner
control room – from which their captors might emerge
any moment.
      Robin shook his head. ‘There’s no way out.’
      ‘We’ll just have to rely on the Doctor,’ said Tegan
cheerfully, though she spoke a good deal more
optimistically than she felt.
      ‘Your mysterious friend the Doctor? What can he
do, he doesn’t know where we are.’
      ‘He knows that creature’s captured me. He’ll find
out where we are–and he’ll find some way to help us.’

Damon looked up from his data screen. ‘I’ve found out
what you wanted to know, Doctor. The fusion booster
was transported to Earth.’
     The Doctor came over to join him at the console.
     ‘Well done, Damon. Any idea where?’
     Damon shrugged. ‘It could have been anywhere.
The reception area was lost in severe spatio/temporal
distortion.’
     The Doctor stared at the screen. ‘Pity.’
     ‘I can tell you who sent it though.’ Damon nodded
towards the screen ‘You can see for yourself Those
codes are unmistakable. You used them yourself to get
in here.’
     The Doctor looked at the screen. ‘The presidential
codes!’
     ‘That’s right. There’s other evidence as well. The
Castellan is convinced Borusa’s behind everything.’
     ‘That’s ridiculous! Come on Nyssa. We must see
the Lord President immediately.’
     ‘It won’t be easy,’ warned Damon. ‘The Castellan’s
guards are all over the place.’
     The Doctor clapped him on the shoulder. ‘Thank
you for all your help, Damon. I shall never be able to
repay you.’
     Nyssa went over to the weapons rack and got down
another stasar pistol.
     The Doctor was shocked. ‘Nyssa!’
     ‘Just in case,’ said Nyssa unrepentantly. ‘Don’t
worry, I’ll set it on stun.’
     The Doctor opened the door, peered into the
corridor, waved farewell to Damon, and beckoned
Nyssa to follow him.
     ‘Goodbye,’ called Damon softly. ‘And good luck!’
     The Doctor and Nyssa slipped away.

The square jawed features of Maxil appeared on the
screen in the Castellan’s office. ‘You wished to know if
any of the High Council attempted to see the Lord
President, Castellan.’
      ‘Get on with it, man.’
      ‘Councillor Hedin is with him now.’
      ‘Thank you, Maxil,’ said the Castellan coldly.
Maxil’s face disappeared.
      His face tight with anger and tension, the Castellan
touched a control. The face of Lady Thalia appeared on
screen. ‘Yes, Castellan?’
      ‘I have just been informed that Councillor Hedin
has gone to see the President. We must act now, Thalia
– if only to protect poor old Hedin.’

The Doctor and Nyssa were moving cautiously along
the corridors when they were spotted by a patrolling
guard.
     The guard raised his stasar and fired. The stasar
bolt whizzed past their heads, and the Doctor and Nyssa
turned and ran.
     The guard hurried to a wall panel, and soon an
alarm beep was sounding through the corridors.
     Maxil and a squad of guards heard it, not far away.
‘Someone’s spotted them,’ shouted Maxil, and he led his
men in the direction of the sound.
     Meanwhile the Doctor and Nyssa were headed off
by yet another guard. This time Nyssa was ready.
Before the guard could even raise his stasar she shot
him down.
     They ran on past the stunned guard.
     The Doctor spotted an open door. ‘In here!’ He
pulled Nyssa after him.
     Seconds later, Maxil and his men came thundering
along the corridor, spotted the stunned guard, and
charged on past. Not unnaturally, they failed to find the
Doctor. Instead, they ran into the Castellan,
approaching with yet more guards. ‘Did you find him?’
     ‘Not yet, Castellan. But he was spotted in the area,
and he’s stunned a guard. He can’t be far away.’
     ‘Hurry, Maxil, hurry. I need the Doctor. Find
him!’
     As soon as the corridor was clear, the Doctor and
Nyssa emerged from their hiding-place, a conveniently
empty office, and hurried on their way.

President Borusa studied his visitor thoughtfully,
wondering why the calm and gentle Hedin was in a
state of such agitation. ‘This is a highly unusual request,
Councillor Hedin. To isolate the Matrix!’
      ‘It would affect only the Master Control. The
secondary functions would continue to operate
normally.’
      Borusa was far from convinced. ‘If I charge the
transduction field, Hedin, the Mains will be isolated. No
one will be able to use it.’
      ‘That is why you must do it, Lord President.’
      President Borusa was not accustomed to being
given orders. ‘Must? You forget yourself, Hedin. Access
to the Matrix is guaranteed. Not even the gravest of
emergencies could induce me to do as you ask.’
      There was a sort of gentle obstinacy in Hedin’s
voice. ‘Nevertheless, Lord President, you will do it.’ He
produced the impulse-laser from beneath his robes and
trained it on the President. ‘Don’t force me to use this.’
He gestured towards the Master Control console in the
corner of Borusa’s office. ‘Now, if you please, Lord
President?’

The Doctor and Nyssa made it the rest of the way to the
presidential chambers undetected – or almost. They
were spotted by a guard just as they went through the
door. As they came into Borusa’s office, the Doctor was
astonished to find their old friend Hedin covering the
President with a hand-blaster.
      ‘Why, Hedin?’ Borusa was asking. ‘Why are you
doing this?’
      Hedin whirled round as the Doctor and Nyssa
entered.
      For once, the Doctor jumped to the wrong
conclusion, assuming that Hedin too had heard of the
evidence against Borusa. ‘Come now, Hedin, you don’t
really believe all this nonsense about the Lord President
–’ He broke off, realising that the blaster was now
trained on him. ‘Hedin, what is it? What’s going on?’
      ‘Be careful. Doctor,’ warned Borusa. ‘Hedin is the
traitor.’
      Keeping the weapon trained on the Doctor, Hedin
said. ‘Throw down the weapon, Nyssa.’
      The Doctor could scarcely believe what was
happening. ‘So it’s you, Hedin. It was you all the time?’
      ‘Nyssa, the weapon,’ snapped Hedin.
      Nyssa tossed the stasar to the floor.
      Sadly the Doctor shook his head. ‘The bio-scan, the
rigged termination, all your work?’
      ‘I did what I had to do, Doctor.’
      ‘Taking care to arrange matters so that we should
think the Lord President was responsible. What’s your
next move, Hedin?’
      ‘To ensure that nothing interferes with the final
bonding and transfer.’
      ‘It’s that close?’
      ‘It is, Doctor. Very close indeed.’
      ‘You know Hedin, I always considered you a
friend. A historian, a man of learning, respected by
everyone. Why turn to evil now?’
     ‘You don’t understand, Doctor. No one does–yet.’
     ‘This alien creature will soon control the Matrix,
Hedin. Is that really what you want?’
     Hedin said fiercely, ‘The creature as you call it, is
no alien. It is one of us – a Time Lord. The first and
greatest of us all. The one who sacrificed everything to
give us mastery of time and space–and was shamefully
abandoned in return.’
     All at once. the Doctor realised what Hedin was
saying. ‘Omega?’
     ‘Yes, Omega!’
     ‘But Omega was destroyed.’
     No one knew that better than the Doctor himself.
He had been there when it happened.
     Omega, first and greatest of the Time Lords, the
great cosmic engineer who had master-minded the
incredibly dangerous black-hole experiment which had
given his people time-travel.
     In the process he had become trapped in a
universe of anti-matter. Trapped, and in his own mind,
abandoned by his people.
     Omega had already made one attempt to gain his
revenge – an attempt which it had taken no less than
three combined incarnations of the Doctor to defeat.
     ‘Omega was not destroyed,’ said Hedin
triumphantly. ‘In his own anti-matter universe he is
virtually indestructible. Omega exists. He only wants to
return to our Universe, to live amongst us.’
     ‘Hedin, you must listen to msaid the Doctor
desperately. ‘No one is denying Omega’s greatness, but
you don’t know him as I do. Long ages of suffering have
driven him insane. Once in control of the Matrix,
there’s no telling what he’ll do.’
      ‘He wants nothing for himself,’ said Hedin simply.
‘The power he brings will be used for the good of all.’
      It was easy to see what had happened, thought the
Doctor. Hedin had always been obsessed with the early
days of Time Lord history, the glories of the past.
Contact with Omega had turned him into an
unthinking disciple.
      Suddenly the Castellan strode into the room, stasar
in his hand and guards at his heels.
      He glanced round, taking in the extraordinary
scene. Then, like the Doctor before him, he
misinterpreted the situation completely. Swinging his
weapon to cover the Doctor, the Castellan said, ‘Well
done, Hedin.’
      Borusa stared at him. ‘Castellan, you fail to
understand — ‘
      ‘Lord President, I understand very well. You are
under arrest. As for you, Doctor, you have already been
condemned to death. This time there will be no
trickery. I shall carry out the sentence myself.’
      As the Castellan fired, Hedin performed his last
service for Omega. With the Doctor dead. Omega would
be unable to complete the bonding, unable to gain entry
to the real Universe. Instinctively, Hedin threw himself
in front of the Doctor, taking the full impulse of the
stasar-blast on his body. The Castellan’s stasar had been
set to kill.
      Hedin staggered back and crumpled to the floor,
dying instantly.
      Grieved as he was at the death of his old friend,
there were urgent matters on the Doctor’s mind.
‘Congratulations, Castellan. You’ve just killed the one
person who could have told us where Omega is.’
      ‘Omega?’
      ‘Put up your weapon, Castellan,’ said Borusa
wearily.
      By now the Castellan’s assurance was shaken. ‘But
the Doctor is a traitor. You are both traitors.’
      Borusa pointed to Hedin’s body. ‘There is your
traitor.’
      ‘Hedin?’
      ‘Lord President,’ said the Doctor urgently. ‘We
must close down the Matrix.’
      ‘Will that prevent transfer?’
      ‘No, it’s too late for that. But it will delay it, and
give me time to find Omega.’
      High on the wall of Borusa’s office there was a
Matrix screen. All the time they were there, it had been
showing the intricate three-dimensional spider’s web
that represented the Matrix in its normal state.
      Now Nyssa was staring at it in sudden horror.
‘Doctor, look!’
      The negative image of a masked cloaked figure was
staring down at them from the screen.
      ‘We’re too late,’ said the Doctor deffiatedly ‘Omega
controls the Matrix.’
                      10
                Hunt for Omega

The doctor looked up at the terrifying limn. ‘Greetings,
Omega.’
      ‘You know who I am?’
      ‘I do.’
      ‘No matter, it changes nothing. Transfer will take
place as I have planned.’
      Borusa said, ‘But how? You are anti-matter. You
cannot exist in our Universe.’
      ‘Omega, do you seriously believe you can reverse
what has happened to you?’ asked the Doctor.
      ‘Oh yes, Doctor.’
      ‘Not without Hedin’s help,’ said Borusa defiantly.
‘Your confederate is dead, Omega.’
      Omega’s image seemed to grow brighter, as if
burning with anger.
      ‘Omega, listen!’ called the Doctor. But it was too
late. The screen flared white, and Omega disappeared.
      ‘He must be found,’ said Borusa. ‘Found and
stopped. Do you have any idea of his whereabouts,
Doctor?’
      ‘Only that he is somewhere on the planet Earth.
When I was in the Matrix I learned he was holding a
friend of mine captive – a girl from earth, called Tegan.’
      ‘Perhaps she would know their precise location?’
      ‘Possibly.’ The Doctor looked hard at Borusa. ‘But
I would have to enter the Matrix to find out.’
      Nyssa was horrified. ‘No, Doctor, you mustn’t. You
said yourself, Omega’s mad. He’ll kill her. He’ll kill you
both.’
     ‘Nyssa,’ said the Doctor sharply. ‘Go and wait in
the TARDIS – please.’
     With a last anguished look at the Doctor, Nyssa ran
out of the room.
     The Doctor turned back to Borusa. ‘Even if I
discover where Omega is hiding, will the TARDIS be
able to leave now that Omega controls the Matrix?’
     ‘We will contrive a way for you to leave, Doctor.
We must.’
     The Doctor nodded accepting the inevitable. ‘Then
with your permission, Lord President, I had better put
on the Matrix Crown.’

The Doctor sat in the council chamber in Borusa’s chair,
the Matrix Crown on his head, his face reflecting
enormous strain. Only his body was present.
     His mind was in the Matrix.
As soon as the Doctor appeared in the Matrix, Omega
materialised to confront him. ‘Well, Doctor?’
     ‘It seems you have won, Omega. We can’t stop you
now.’
     ‘It is unfortunate that it took the death of Hedin to
convince you of that.’
     ‘It was an accident. He died for your sake – saving
me.’
     ‘Why are you here?’
     ‘I am concerned for Tegan. Is she still safe?’
     ‘She is.’
     ‘Then prove it. Let me speak to her.’
     ‘Very well.’
     The figure of Tegan appeared. ‘Help us, Doctor.
We’re in an underground crypt, behind a fountain.’
     ‘Silence, girl,’ thundered Omega.
     Tegan’s form twisted beneath his anger.
     The Doctor said, ‘You’ve won Omega. Even if I
knew where you were I can’t leave Gallifrey, not with
you control of the Matrix.’ Suddenly the Doctor
snapped, ‘Tegan where are you?’
     ‘Holland,’ gasped Tegan. ‘Amsterdam.’
     ‘Be silent, girl, or you will die,’ warned Omega.
     ‘J.H.C.’ shouted Tegan. Her image distorted and
she vanished.
     ‘Omega, is she unharmed?’ asked the Doctor
urgently.
     ‘Of course, Doctor. She will remain so – as long as
you do not work against me.’
     Omega’s image faded. The Doctor was alone.

In the council chamber, the Matrix Crown rose above
the Doctor’s head, and he opened his eyes.
     ‘Did you discover Omega’s location, Doctor?’ asked
Borusa eagerly.
     ‘Well, I’ve narrowed it down to one city –
Amsterdam.’
     ‘But the precise location?’
     ‘Not yet. At least I have a clue. The question now is
– how do I get away from Gallifrey?’

In the computer room, Damon looked round the circle
of    distinguished       visitors,  feeling    somewhat
overwhelmed. ‘How can I serve you, Lord President?’
     ‘The Doctor’s TARDIS must leave Gallifrey
undetected. Is there any way we can distract Omega
meanwhile?’
     Damon shook his head. ‘I doubt it. I’ve already
tested all the by-pass circuits. Omega has cut us off.’
     Suddenly Thalia said, ‘What about a pulse-loop?’
     Borusa smiled. ‘Of course. Brilliantly simple, Lady
Thalia. Install a pulse-loop at once, Damon.’
     Damon hurried away.
     ‘And what exactly is a pulse-loop?’ demanded
Zorac querulously.
     ‘It is a simple device used to trace faults on the
Master Circuits.’
     ‘It has a photon pulse, you see,’ explained Thalia.
‘Omega will have to spend time tracking it down and
neutralising it, just to be sure we’re not trying to by-pass
Master Control.’
     ‘It will create both distraction and confusion,’ said
Borusa. ‘Enough, we hope, to allow the doctor’s
TARDIS to leave Gallifrey unnoticed.’

Nyssa was waiting anxiously when the Doctor came back
into the TARDIS control room. She gave him an
accusing look. ‘Well?’
     ‘It’s all right,’ said the Doctor soothingly. ‘I
contacted Tegan, she’s unharmed, and she managed to
give me some idea of where Omega is.’
     A light flashed on the scanner screen, and the face
of Borusa appeared. ‘Doctor? I think we’ve found the
distraction we need!’

In the computer room, everything was ready.
     Borusa contacted the TARDIS. ‘Are you ready to
leave, Doctor?’ On the screen he could see the Doctor
poised at the controls.
     ‘As soon as you give the word.’
     ‘Very well.’ Borusa nodded to Damon who slotted
a programme cassette into the console and punched in
instructions. ‘Everything is ready, Lord President.’
     ‘Then activate.’
    Damon pressed the control and shouted, ‘Now!’
    Borusa leaned over the communicator. ‘Go,
Doctor. Go now!’

The Doctor was working frantically at the controls.
Slowly, very slowly, the time-rotor began its rise and fall.

Borusa switched the computer room scanner to an
outside view of the TARDIS.
     They heard the familiar wheezing, groaning sound
and the TARDIS faded away.
     ‘He’s gone!’ said Borusa.
     Damon was checking readings. ‘There seems to be
a good deal of disturbance in the Matrix, Lord
President, just as we planned. Omega must be
thoroughly confused.’
     Borusa sighed. ‘For the Doctor’s sake, I hope
you’re right.’

The Doctor was checking over a small, flat piece of
equipment which he had brought from Gallifrey. When
the case was clamped back into place it looked like a
small metal discus.
      Nyssa looked up from the controls. ‘We’re almost
ready to materialise.’ She saw what the Doctor was
doing. ‘What’s that thing for, Doctor?’
      ‘It’s a fusion breaker. Omega’s using a fusion
booster to build up the power he needs for a massive
energy transfer. If we can find the booster and attach
this, it will knock it out of phase.’
      ‘Won’t that be dangerous?’
      ‘Only to Omega. I hope It should feed the power
back through his own equipment.’
      ‘A sort of built-in short-circuit?’
      ‘Exactly. Have you got that meter?’
      Nyssa held up the meter – a hand-sized black box,
with controls and a dial. ‘It’s calibrated to detect
changes in anti-matter.’
A wisp of smoke came from the impulse-loop console.
Damon leapt back, just in time as the entire console
exploded into flames. ‘Omega’s discovered the pulse
loop – and destroyed it.’
      Borusa nodded. It was not to be expected that
Omega would be deceived for very long. ‘Let us hope
that it gave the Doctor the time he needed.’

The time-rotor ceased its rise and fall and all was silent.
The Doctor switched on the scanner. He saw a busy city
square, people, bicycles, trams, and there in the distance
a canal. ‘I don’t believe it.’
     ‘Believe what?’
     ‘We’ve actually made it. It’s Amsterdam! Come on.’
The Doctor picked up both fusion breaker and anti-
matter detector and they hurried from the control
room.

Although Colin had emerged from his zombie-like state,
it was clear that the experience had weakened him
dangerously. Tegan knelt beside him anxiously, wiping
his perspiring face with a handkerchief.
     It seemed unbearably hot. Through the door to
the control room they could hear the steady roar of
some tremendous energy-source.
     Robin mopped his forehead with his sleeve.
‘Sounds like a power-house in there!’
     Tegan nodded. too worried about Colin to pay
much attention.
The TARDIS had materialised on the corner of one of
Amsterdam’s many little squares, and the tolerant
citizens paid it remarkably little attention. Maybe they
thought it was part of some British tourist drive, like the
occasional London double-decker bus.
      The Doctor and Nyssa emerged unquestioned.
Even their rather unusual style of dress attracted little
attention.
      Now they were walking through the city centre,
too distracted by their quest to register much of the
animated scene around them.
      ‘Where are we going, Doctor?’ asked Nyssa. ‘How
do you know where to start looking?’
      ‘When I spoke to Tegan, in the Matrix, she
mentioned two things. Her cousin Colin, and the
J.H.C.’
      ‘Well?’
      ‘Tegan risked her life to give me that information,
so it must mean something. If we can find out what
J.H.C. mans, it might lead as to Tegan – and to Omega.’
      ‘Where are you going to start?’
      ‘Right here,’ said the Doctor. They were outside a
telephone box. ‘We’ll start with the telephone directory.’
      ‘You’re dealing with a renegade Time Lord,
Doctor. You’re not likely to find his address in the
phone book!’
      The Doctor grinned. ‘You never know.’ He
popped inside the box, and started leafing through the
directory. ‘Now let me see. J.H.C.... J.H.C.... Here we
are! J.H.C. Jeugdherberg Centrale. Youth hostels! It
must be where they were staying. There aren’t all that
many, not in the centre. We can give them a ring.’ The
Doctor felt through all his pockets and looked
appealingly at Nyssa. ‘I don’t suppose you happen to
have any Dutch money?’
      Nyssa searched through her pockets and found
three very oddly shaped coins. Clearly they weren’t
going to fit into a Dutch telephone box.
      The Doctor looked at them. ‘Is that it?’
      ‘I’m afraid so.’
      The Doctor sighed. He took out the anti-matter
meter and switched it on It was on a very low reading,
just past zero. ‘Anti-matter present but low-level and
steady,’ he muttered. ‘Omega can’t have transferred yet.
But it won’t be much longer.’
      Nyssa tapped the meter. ‘Can’t we find him with
this?’
      ‘If only it were that simple. It’s non-directional you
see, registers presence but not location.’ He put the
meter away.
      ‘What now?’
      The Doctor was scribbling down addresses in his
diary. ‘No other choice. We’ll just have to check every
hostel on foot.’
      ‘Can’t we use the TARDIS?’
      ‘And alert Omega?’ The Doctor shook his head.
‘We daren’t risk it. Come on, the first one’s this way.’

In the computer room Damon was staring in horror at
an instrument dial.
     ‘The power build-up is tremendous, Lord
President. Omega’s transfer must be imminent!’

In the control room of Omega’s TARDIS, the power
build-up was almost complete.
     Omega sat in his chair, linked to the console,
energy vibrating through his body.
     Slowly the skin-tight face-mask began to crack and
peel away.
                        11
                   Transference

The Doctor and Nyssa came wearily down the steps of
their third youth hostel. No Tegan Jovanka, no Colin
Frazer.
       Nyssa looked at the Doctor. ‘You know, this could
take forever?’
       ‘Well, there’s no other way.’
       ‘That last receptionist wasn’t very friendly. What if
she was being difficult, choosing not to remember
Tegan?’
       ‘We’ve just got to carry on, Nyssa,’ said the Doctor
wearily.
       ‘Can’t the Time Lords help us?’
       ‘Not now. They’ve done all they can in getting us
here. Now it’s up to us.’
       The Doctor and Nyssa went on their way, not
realising that since neither Tegan nor Colin had ever
actually stayed in an Amsterdam hostel, the chances of
finding anyone who remembered them were non-
existent.
       ‘They were walking along the edge of one of the
canals when the Doctor thought to check the meter
again. To his horror the anti-matter reading was higher
– much higher. ‘It looks as if Omega is about to
transfer.’ The Doctor thought for a moment. ‘We’ll try
one more place together. Nyssa, then we must split up.
It’ll double our chances.’
       ‘How long have we got?’
     The Doctor looked at the needle on the meter,
now very dose to the danger zone. ‘I don’t know. But it
can’t be long.’

By now the power-throb from the control room was
shaking the whole ante-room.
      Tegan, Colin and Robin huddled together,
terrified by the forces that seemed about to overwhelm
them.

The young man on duty at the reception desk was
polite, patient and helpful. But the answer to the
Doctor’s urgent question was the same. ‘I am sorry. We
have no record of a Miss Tegan Jovanka.’
       ‘What about her cousin?’
       ‘Do you have the name, sir?’
       ‘Colin, I think. I don’t know the surname.’
       ‘In that case, sir...’ The receptionist spread his
hands helplessly.
       ‘Yes, of course. I’m sorry.’ The Doctor managed a
smile. ‘Well, thanks anyway. Come on Nyssa.’
       They were heading for the door when the
receptionist called after them, ‘Excuse me, did you say
your friend was from Australia?’
       The Doctor turned back. ‘Yes, that’s right. Why?’
The receptionist was checking through the register. ‘I
don’t know if it’s of any help. There was an Australian
booked in, a Colin Frazer. He failed to arrive it seems,
but I believe his friend turned up. I was not on duty
myself. One moment please.’ He disappeared into the
little inner office.
       Nyssa was beginning to despair. ‘Isn’t there
something else we could do, Doctor?’
       ‘No. Tegan is our only link.’
       The receptionist returned with a tall blond girl
with her hair in a pony-tail. ‘Excuse me, you were
asking about a Miss Jovanka?’
       ‘We were indeed,’ said the Doctor hopefully.
       The girl looked troubled. ‘Mr Stuart... the friend of
the Australian Mr Frazer who did not arrive – left a note
for a Miss Jovanka. Then he himself failed to return. He
said I was to give this to her if he missed her at the
airport and she came on here.’ She produced a sealed
envelope from under the counter.
       The Doctor held out his hand. ‘May I see the
note?’
       ‘I am not sure if I should...’
       ‘Please,’ said Nyssa urgently. ‘It’s terribly
important that we find her. and this may be our only
chance.’
       The girl shrugged and handed over the envelope.
       Eagerly the Doctor ripped it open and read the
note. It was from Robin to Tegan, written the morning
before he set off to meet her at the airport, telling her
that Colin had disappeared when they were staying at a
place called Frankendael. The note warned her not to
go there herself, but to try the police.
       The Doctor looked up. ‘Do you know a house
called Frankendael?’
       ‘Yes. It is not far from here’
       Looking round, the Doctor saw a wall-map. ‘Can
you show me please? It’s very urgent.’
       ‘Of course.’ The receptionist came over to the map.
‘It is not far away – just here.’ She pointed.
       ‘Thanks!’ Grabbing Nyssa’s hand, the Doctor ran
from the hostel. They sprinted down the street. almost
howling over a shopping-laden Dutch housewife in their
haste.
      To Nyssa’s irritation, the Doctor stopped to help
pick up her shopping before hurrying on.
      They hurried down the canal-side, over one bridge
and then another, down a quiet tree-lined street, and
finally arrived at a handsome old house set back front
the road.
      ‘This must be it,’ said the Doctor. ‘Frankendael.’
      Nyssa surveyed the house. ‘Can’t see any sign of a
crypt. Maybe it’s round the back somewhere.’
      The Doctor took out the anti-matter meter. The
needle was at maximum, quivering furiously. ‘It’s a
matter of minutes now.’ He spotted a gleam of water
through the trees. ‘The fountain! Tegan said it was
behind the fountain!’
      Slipping the meter in his pocket he ran towards
the house, Nyssa close behind him.
      It didn’t take them long to find the flight of steps.
They reached the bottom, opened the door to the crypt
and went cautiously inside, daylight flooding through
the doorway behind them.
      They looked round, seeing only what you would
expect to see in a crypt – a variety of tombs in different
shapes and sizes.
      ‘Where could they be?’ whispered Nyssa.
      ‘Depends what shape Omega has given his
TARDIS. Listen!’
      A steady roar of power was coming from the far
side of the crypt.
      They walked through the crypt to the pump house
and went inside. The Doctor looked at the network of
pipes around the walls. ‘A pumping system. Perfect. Just
perfect for Omega.’
      ‘Why, Doctor?’
     ‘Omega most have located the curve of the Arc in
Amsterdam, below sea-level to maintain pressure for
conversion.’
     He spotted the horseshoe-shaped device clamped
to the machinery. ‘And here’s the fusion booster from
Gallifrey.’ Highly delighted, the Doctor took the fusion
breaker from his pocket, adjusted the setting and began
attaching it to the fusion booster.
     The Doctor was completely absorbed in his work,
and Nyssa was watching him. Both had their backs to
the door that led to the crypt.
     Neither of them noticed when the door to Omega’s
TARDIS slid open and the insectoid Ergon emerged, a
weapon in its hands. It began moving towards the
pump house.
     The Doctor finished attaching the fusion breaker
and pressed a control. The device began humming with
power.
     Nyssa heard movement behind her and spun
round.
     The Ergon stood in the doorway, weapon raised,
about to fire. Nyssa screamed and shoved the Doctor
clear.
     The energy blast from the Ergon’s weapon struck
the wall. A large chunk of masonry flashed positive and
negative and simply disappeared.
     The Doctor sprang at the Ergon, grappling with it
before it could fire again. Taking the thing by surprise,
the Doctor managed to wrench the weapon from the
creature’s hands. It clattered to the floor.
     Seizing the Doctor’s neck in its stubby claws, the
Ergon made a determined attempt to throttle him. The
Doctor fought back as best he could, but the lizard-like
creature was appallingly strong.
     Nyssa snatched up the weapon, but the Doctor and
the Ergon were so close together, she dared not fire.
     With a last despairing effort, the Doctor swung the
Ergon round, giving Nyssa a clear shot at its back.
     ‘Nyssa,’ croaked the Doctor. ‘Fire! Fire!’
     Nyssa fired, and the monster staggered hack,
crashing to the floor.
In his TARDIS Omega twisted convulsively and
shrieked as his link with the Ergon was brutally severed.

The Doctor looked down at the shrivelled creature,
rubbing the bruises its claws had left in his neck.
      ‘What was it?’ gasped Nyssa.
      ‘An Ergon. One of Omega’s less successful atempts
at psycho-synthesis. Quickly, Nyssa.’
      Taking the Ergon’s weapon from Nyssa’s hands,
the Doctor led the way to the open door of Omega’s
TARDIS.
      They ran into the control room, which by now was
filled with a shattering roar of power. Smoke filled the
air and the whole console seemed to glow with heat.
      The most incredible sight of all was Omega
himself. The stylised mask had degenerated into a
horrific twisted mess, with areas of underskirt visible
through the parts that had peeled away. It was like
seeing a snake that had only partly succeeded in
sloughing off its old skin.
      Omega said, ‘Drop the weapon, Doctor. I have
taken precautions. Drop the weapon or the Earth girl
dies.’
      Omega gestured, and Tegan appeared behind
him, trapped in a light beam that was clearly some kind
of force-field.
      The Doctor threw down the Ergon’s weapon. ‘It’s
too late, Omega. You can’t transfer now.’
      ‘You are wrong, Doctor. By now I have all the
energy I need.’
      Suddenly a great white-hot beam of light arced
across the control room.
      ‘What have you done?’ shrieked Omega. ‘What
have you done?’

In the pump house the fusion breaker was emitting a
high-pitched hum of energy as it took the fusion booster
into overload. Suddenly the booster glowed white-hot
and exploded.

The Doctor raised his voice above the din. ‘The Arc of
Infinity is shifting! Go now, Omega. Return to your own
universe while you still have the chance.’
     Omega was too obsessed to listen. ‘I must transfer.
I must cease to be anti-matter and live again.’
     A peeling hand reached out for the transfer switch.
     ‘Down, Nyssa,’ shouted the Doctor.
     He threw himself to the floor, dragging Nyssa with
him. The force-field holding Tegan cut out, and she
collapsed.
     Omega’s console, and the very chair in which he
sat, began glowing with incandescent heat. Omega
threw himself from the chair, as the console exploded.
                     12
               Omega’s Freedom

The control room was a shambles, a smoking pile of
wrecked equipment. Painfully, the Doctor picked
himself up. He saw Nyssa lying nearby, and helped her
to rise.
      On the other side of the control room, Tegan too
was struggling to her feet.
      Then from the wreckage that had once been his
control console Omega arose. The material that formed
the once skin-tight mask was hanging in charred strips
so that he looked like the victim of some terrible
accident. ‘Yes, Doctor. I live!’
      ‘You have failed, Omega. The bond is not
complete.’ Omega laughed. ‘Is it not, Doctor? Watch!’
      The Doctor and his companions watched Omega
raise trembling fingers and begin peeling the remains of
the mask from his face. As the fragments of mask came
away, a face was revealed beneath them. It was one that
the Doctor knew well. The face was his own. Omega had
transformed himself into a replica of the Doctor.
Temporarily at least, the bonding was complete.
      ‘You see, Doctor?’ said Omega exultantly. ‘You
see?’ His voice was low and harsh, quite unlike the
Doctor’s, but face and body were identical.
      ‘It’s not permanent,’ cried the Doctor desperately.
‘It will fail, Omega, revert to anti-matter.’
      ‘You are wrong Doctor. I have life again.’ Omega
looked around at the wreckage of the control room.
‘You have destroyed my TARDIS, but it is of no
importance. I shall build another. Expect me on
Gallifrey – soon.’
     Omega strode from the control room.
     Nyssa said, ‘Quickly, Doctor, we’ve got to get after
hir
     The Doctor was rummaging in the wreckage. ‘I
must find the matter-converter, the Ergon’s weapon. I
can’t destroy Omega without it. Nyssa, Tegan, help me.’
     Tegan shook her head. ‘I’ve got to find Colin and
Robin.’
     She disappeared through the inner door. Nyssa
and the Doctor began rooting through the debris of the
control room.

Omega stood in the garden outside the big house,
looking at the grass and the trees and the flowers. He
threw back his head and gave a great laugh. To be alive
again, in a real world! A world that, like all worlds,
would soon be under his control.
     Omega decided to go out and survey his kingdom.
He looked at his tattered cloak. First he would need
suitable clothing. Some little way away an overalled
gardener was tending a flower-bed. Omega moved
towards him.

The Doctor straightened up with a sigh of relief, the
matter-converter in his hands.
     Tegan ran back into the control room. ‘Colin
seems a lot better. Robin’s going to get him to a
hospital.’
     ‘Good, good,’ said the Doctor. ‘Now hurry! We’ve
got to find Omega, before it’s too late.’
In the computer room, Borusa and the High Council
were gathered anxiously around Damon, who was
studying the readings on a console.
     Damn looked up his face worried. ‘It seems the
Doctor has failed. There is anti-matter present in our
Universe. It’s shielded, but it’s building up fast.’

The Doctor, Nyssa and Tegan were standing over the
dead body of the gardener. The body was sprawled at
the edge of a flower-bed, with Omega’s cloak cast
carelessly over it.
     ‘Did Omega kill him?’ asked Tegan.
     ‘Yes. No doubt he wanted to hide himself in the
crowd.’
     ‘What happens if we don’t find him?’
     ‘The biggest explosion this part of the Universe is
ever likely to witness,’ said the Doctor simply. ‘Come
on.’
     They headed for the street.
There was an organ in the street not far from the house,
a huge ornately decorated affair. Predictably enough, it
was playing ‘Tulips from Amsterdam’.
     Street organs are a common enough sight in
Amsterdam, but nothing was common or usual to
Omega. Eyes filled with wonder, like a new-born child,
he walked towards the organ. A handful of adults and
children were gathered round it and Omega joined
them.
     Someone jostled past him. Omega looked down
angrily to see a small boy wriggling his way to the front.
The boy turned and gave him a cheeky grin. Just for a
second, Omega glared down at him, and then his lips
twitched in a reluctant smile. The boy turned back to
the organ, completely absorbed, and Omega watched
too with the same child-like fascination.
      The Doctor looked up and down the street and
heard the strains of the organ.
      Omega tired of the organ after a while and moved
on. He stood on one of the old bridges, staring down at
the canal. Then he caught sight of his own hands,
resting on the parapet. The skin was beginning to
blacken and peel.

The Doctor, Nyssa and Tegan moved on past the organ.
The Doctor studied the anti-matter meter. ‘He can’t be
far ahead.’
     ‘How much time do we have?’ asked Nyssa.
     ‘I don’t know. Omega’s magnetic shielding is in
accelerated decay by now.’
     ‘What’ll happen when it goes,’ asked Tegan.
     ‘He’ll revert to anti-matter. Anti-matter – in our
Universe.’

Omega hurried on his was – and became aware that
passers-by were reacting to him with horror and disgust.
He put his hand to his face – he could feel it erupting
into decaying lumps. The Doctor had been right. His
new body was unstable...

At the edge of a canal the Doctor and his two
companions halted, breathless. There was no sign of
Omega.
     ‘It’s no good,’ said the Doctor wearily. ‘We’ve lost
him.’
     There was a bridge further along the canal and
beside it a little knot of people.
     Tegan pointed. ‘Look, Doctor. There’s something
happening up there.’
     They ran towards the bridge and found a sobbing,
hysterical flower-seller, surrounded by passers-by trying
to calm her down, and presumably asking her what was
the matter, what had frightened her. The flower-seller
pointed.
     The Doctor looked and saw a shambling overalled
figure hurrying across the bridge. ‘It’s Omega!’ shouted
the Doctor. ‘Come on!’

Damon looked up from the console. ‘It’s still building
up. Can’t be much longer now.’
      Zorac said agitatedly. ‘Even if the Doctor finds the
source he’ll never be able to contain it.’
      By now the Castellan had come to join them. ‘I
have learned that it is unwise to predict what the Doctor
can and cannot do.’
      The Doctor and his companions pursued Omega
over the bridge along the side of the canal – and found
that he was nowhere in sight.
      ‘We’ve lost him,’ said Tegan.
      The Doctor stared along the length of the canal. ‘I
see you Omega,’ he called, quite untruthfully.
      The bluff worked. Suddenly Omega ducked out of
his hiding-place behind an oil drum, and started
running. The Doctor and the two girls ran after him.
      Omega turned away from the canal and ran across
the main street. He moved in a strange lurching run, as
if his body wasn’t working properly.
      The Doctor and the others tried to follow, but the
way was blocked by one of Amsterdam’s huge yellow
trams. By the time it had passed, Omega had
disappeared again.
      As they hesitated, uncertain which way to go, they
heard a clattering of metal and a yell of anger and pain.
‘This way,’ shouted the Doctor.
      They ran towards the sound. It came from a
narrow alleyway between two tall buildings. In the
middle of the alleyway, a man in a chef s hat was lying
sprawled amidst some overturned dustbins.
      The Doctor helped him up.
      ‘Are you okay?’ asked Tegan. ‘What happened?’
      The man answered with a stream of what sounded
very much like Dutch curses, and pointed angrily down
the alley. Presumably Omega had knocked him down in
his headlong flight.
      ‘He’ll be all right,’ said the Doctor. ‘Come on!’
      They emerged from the alleyway – just in time to
see Omega cross an open square and disappear down
yet another street.
      They followed.
      When they reached the top of the street, Omega
had disappeared again.
      Some of the houses in the street had outside
staircases leading up to the front doors. Omega was
crouched motionless in the dark space beneath one of
these stairways. He stayed quite still, as the Doctor and
his companions walked past his hiding-place.

The Doctor stared down the street. It was long and
straight, and seemed empty for a very long way ahead.
Surely Omega should he in sight by now.
      Tegan shook her head. ‘He’s got away.’
      ‘He can’t have,’ said Nyssa despairingly.
      They heard a frantic barking and growling from
somewhere close behind them and turned round.
       An old gentleman was walking his dog along the
street. The dog was snarling ferociously at the dark
space under one of the stairways.
       As they watched, an overalled figure with a
horribly disfigured face sprang out from beneath the
stairs and ran back down the street towards the canal.
       The Doctor and his friends ran in pursuit.
       They chased Omega back up the street, across the
main road and along the canal bank towards another
bridge. But Omega had chosen the wrong bridge this
time.
       Just before he reached it, it rose slowly in the air to
admit the passage of a boat too big to go underneath.
Angrily Omega turned back towards the nearby lock.
He ran blindly along a short stone jetty and stopped at
the end. He turned and saw the Doctor and the two
Earth girls coming towards him. Omega was trapped.
       When the Doctor and his companions reached the
end of the jetty, Omega was slumped despairingly
against a bollard. He looked up at them, and the two
girls recoiled in horror.
       Omega was a terrifying sight. His face and hands,
and presumably the body beneath the overalls, were
literally decaying. The face was twisted and malformed,
the features already beginning to liquefy.
       The Doctor looked sadly down at him. ‘I warned
you this would happen, Omega.’
       Omega’s voice was slurred. ‘Things could have
been... different... Doctor. The power and greatness of
Omega... could have been yours. But no... your hatred
of...’
       ‘I didn’t hate you, Omega. None of us hated you.
Why couldn’t you be content to survive as you were?’
     ‘It was time to come home, Doctor,’ croaked the
misshapen figure. ‘Time to find peace... to rest.’ With
sudden anger, Omega struggled to get up. ‘It is over
now. Doctor,’ he snarled. ‘Now all must die.’
     The Doctor produced the matter-converter from
beneath his coat.
     The malformed lips twisted in a ghastly smile
‘You’ll never have the courage to use it, Doctor.’
     ‘I can expel or destroy you, Omega. The choice is
yours.’
     ‘It is too late, Doctor. What you offer is worse than
death. If I am to be denied life, then all things must
perish. All things!’ Omega fell back writhing.
     ‘What’s he trying to do, Doctor?’ whispered Tegan.
     ‘He’s willing his own destruction, accelerating the
shielding decay.’ The Doctor raised his voice. ‘Don’t
force me. Omega.’
     ‘Farewell, Doctor,’ croaked Omega. Smoke began
rising from his body.
     ‘Stop him!’ screamed Tegan.
     The Doctor hesitated. But there was really no
alternative. In seconds now, Omega’s body would revert
to anti-matter and the resulting explosion would be
catastrophic.
     The Doctor fired. A beam of light shot from the
weapon, and Omega’s body jerked and twisted. He gave
a terrible scream and a chain-reaction of explosions ran
through his body. As the smoke cleared, Omega faded
and disappeared. The Doctor lowered the matter-
converter. ‘It’s over,’ he said quietly and turned away.

In the computer room, President Borusa, Thalia,
Cardinal Zorac and the Castellan watched tensely as
Damon checked readings on his console.
     When he looked up, Damon was smiling. ‘The
Doctor did it – somehow. The anti-matter source is
gone. Omega must have been destroyed.’
     For once Lord President Borusa was looking his
years. ‘Unfortunate, wretched creature. My only hope is
that he has found peace at last.’

The Doctor and Nyssa stood outside a telephone box in
Amsterdam’s central railway station, waiting for Tegan
to finish her call.
      ‘Doctor, is Omega really dead?’ asked Nyssa
suddenly.
      The Doctor said enigmatically. ‘He seemed to die
before, yet he returned to confound us all.’
      Tegan came out of the box. ‘Well, I’m sure you’ll
be pleased to hear Colin will be out of hospital soon,
and on his way back to Brisbane. Robin’s going home
too –they’ve even given him a new passport.’
      ‘Excellent!’ said the Doctor cheerfully.
      ‘What about you, Tegan?’ asked Nyssa.
      ‘Me, I’m indestructible. Really, I’m fine.’
      The Doctor beamed at her. ‘Well, it’s been
marvellous seeing sou again.’
      ‘Yes, indeed.’ said Nyssa warmly. ‘I’ve missed you,
you know. I do wish you didn’t have to go back to your
job.’
      ‘What job?’ said Tegan cheerfully. ‘Didn’t I tell
you? I got the sack.’
      Nyssa hugged her delightedly. ‘Wonderful.’
      Tegan looked challengingly at the Doctor. ‘So –
you’re stuck with me, aren’t you?’
      The Doctor smiled wryly. ‘So it seems.’
      Curiously enough, he found he didn’t mind at all.
