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Episode Five

From the journal of Mrs Mina Harker

27th December 2000

'We're leaving. Now.'

The woman who called herself Chapel was not talking to wither Celaine or myself. Instead she appeared to be addressing the silver sphere on the carpeted floor at her feet. It made a high-pitched squawk in response. If the object had been a man I would have said that that the noise had been questioning.

Chapel seemed to think so as well.

'I know it's ahead of schedule, but the Doctor is close to the truth. We cannot afford to wait any longer. Help me with them.'

Two people, a man and a woman, joined us in the corridor. Their eyes were glazed over and they shuffled as if not entirely in control of their movements. Each had a Yeti sphere accompanying him or her.

'James?' Celaine gasped. It occurred to me that if these people were members of Chapel's staff then they must be known to her and I felt a twinge of pity for the woman forced to see her friends used as puppets.

The hypnotised man and woman released us from our bonds and helped us to our feet. I considered fleeing, but I knew that I could not outrun the spheres. I glanced at Celaine and could see that she had also resigned herself to co-operating for the moment.

'I'm sorry I got you into this,' Celaine said.

A puzzled expression must have passed across my face because she added, 'It's me they want. Something to do with me being a sensitive, whatever that is.'

She turned to our captor.

'Why don't you let her go,' Celaine said. 'You've got me. What do you need her for?'

'You overestimate you own importance, Miss Eliot,' Chapel replied. 'Our intelligence tells us that Mrs Harker is the latest travelling companion of the alien known as the Doctor. As long as she is our hostage he will not be able to move against us. You, my dear, would be far more use to us dead. However, for as long as Mrs Harker co-operates I am prepared to keep you alive. You had better hope that she remembers that.'

We were led through a pair of sliding doors and into a metal cabinet. I found myself crushed into a corner as all five of us fought for space. Then, to my surprise, I felt the lurch of upward movement and, when the doors slid open again, we were in another part of the building altogether.

I was wringing my hands together and could feel a tingling sensation in my extremities that was the precursor to mounting panic. All of these devices, all of these sights and sounds and smells were so alien to me. How I wished to be back in my classroom in front of an ordinary blackboard and with an ordinary piece of chalk in my hand.

I felt Celaine's hand on my arm.

'It's all right,' she whispered. 'We're going to be all right.'

She had mistaken the cause of my anxiety, but the reassuring smile on her face had given me the strength to continue. If I were to falter, who knew what Chapel would do to the other woman? Her life had been placed into my hands and I steeled myself to be worthy of that responsibility.

Chapel led us up a flight of stairs and out onto the roof of the building. We were standing on the shell that wrapped around the building. I took a few hurried steps backwards until my back was against the spire of the pyramid. It glowed from inside with a warm yellow light that stood out against the gathering dark. I looked downwards.

That was a mistake.

I remember once, when I was a little girl, climbing the spire of the local church. There was a pigeon trapped up there and I had gone to let it out. I remember leaning forward to push open the wooden shutters and being dazzled by the bright daylight that came poring in. My eyes still adjusting, I scrambled forward for a better view. Then my eyes cleared and I saw just how small the people looked from up here and just how far away the ground was. My head spun and I felt nauseous. I ran back down the stairs and out into the yard, taking in great gasps of air. Only when my heart had stopped racing did I realise that I had forgotten to look for the pigeon, but I refused to go back up there.

A great wind rose seemingly from nowhere and I pressed myself even further against the spire, where such a thing possible, for fear of being blown away like a leaf in a gale. At first the roaring seemed to be coming from all around, but then my ears located the source of the sound and I tore my eyes away from the ground to look heavenwards. What I saw was almost as frightening. A great metal whale hung in the air above me, supported only by a spinning blade, like a Sycamore seed. A door opened in the side of the beast and a rope ladder was thrown down to us.

'Climb,' Chapel instructed me.

I tore a hand away from the wall behind me and reached feebly for the ladder as it swept about in front of me. It took me three attempts, but finally I was able to grab a rung. I took a deep breath and took hold of the rung above with my other hand.

'Climb,' Chapel repeated.

I closed my eyes and tried to lift my foot. I could not do it. My body had become rigid.

'Climb!' Chapel shouted.

I tried to relax, but my legs were like stone. I could no more step on to the ladder than I could grow wings and fly myself. I lent my forehead against the cold surface of the rungs and I realised that I could not climb that ladder, not for Chapel and not for fear of her Yeti. I could not even climb to save Celaine's life.

'You,' Chapel shouted to one of her slaves. 'Carry her.'

I felt a strong arm wrap around my waist and I was lifted upwards. I refused to open my eyes until I was dropped on to the cold floor inside of the flying machine. I saw Celaine pull herself up the final few rungs of the ladder and felt a brief stab of jealousy as she dragged herself across the floor to join me.

'We'd better strap in,' she said, indicating the harnesses. She had to help me with mine. Chapel climbed aboard last and took a seat opposite us. She cradled a Yeti sphere in her lap.

With a lurch the machine pulled away from the building.

'Can we go back for my stomach,' Celaine joked. I knew how she felt.

Chapel flashed a very tight smile.

'I'm sorry to say that this flight will be a little longer than usual,' Chapel said. 'We're making a slight detour to pay a visit on your friends.'

'What do you mean?' I asked.

Chapel's smile widened. It made me feel as if insects were crawling up and down my spine.

'Let's just say that I have a little present for those UNIT people, though I doubt they're going to appreciate it as much as I will.' Chapel lifted the sphere. 'You may fire when ready.'

'No!' Celaine shouted. I did not understand what was going on, but Celaine was straining to reach Chapel, despite the harness holding her in place.

I heard a rush of air outside, then a muffled impact.

'Too late,' Chapel chuckled as the fireball buffeted us even at this height.

* * *

Lee rolled backwards as the desk collapsed beneath the creature's weight. He was back on his feet in a flash and sprinting away. He glanced back to see the Yeti lifting half of the desk with one hand and hurling it against the wall. The monster roared in protest at being denied its prey and then continued its pursuit. Lee knocked over a potted plant into the creature's path. It crushed it beneath one massive foot.

One brave soul leaped onto the Yeti's back. He managed to pin one of its furred arms to its sides. The Yeti turned its baleful gaze on its assailant and raised its free arm, claws glinting. Lee had already turned away when they descended, but he was unable to block out the screams.

He ran, ignoring the pain in his side, eyes darting about seeking an exit. He could hear the thud, thud, thud of the Yeti as it continued its relentless pursuit. Frantically, Lee shoved aside anyone in his way and their shouts of protest became cries of panic as they saw what he was fleeing from. Lee could only hope that the creature would leave them alone.

With a start, he realised that he had reached the elevators. He thumped the buttons for both, and watched the red numerals above the doors as they unhurriedly counted down towards his floor. He could hear the Yeti approaching and turned, his back pressed against the doors. He took in its glowing eyes, burning like the fires of hell come to claim him, its yellowed fangs peeking out through its matted fur. He closed his eyes, not wanting to see the killing blow when it came.

There was a pinging noise and the door slid open behind him. He fell into the open space and lunged for the button that would close the doors. They started to slide shut, but a massive arm was suddenly between them, forcing them apart. Lee braced himself against the far wall and lifted his feet to kick at the creature, to try to force it out. The Yeti did not even flinch.

Then its whole body shuddered. There was a sound like the cracking of bone and the body folded in one itself. It shed fur in great clumps and let out a scream that sounded all too human. Lee turned away.

When he could bear to look he saw a naked body lying face down in the doorway. It was a human corpse, but so broken and twisted as to be almost unrecognisable. The elevator doors pinged every time they tried to close and found it blocking them. Gingerly, Lee knelt down to move the body out of the way. His hands hesitated an inch from the mess.

Getting to his feet, Lee decided to take the stairs instead.

* * *

Delicate hands were lifting Grace to her feet and a familiar angular face looked down at her. He was smiling, but concern was written in his eyes.

'Are you all right,' the Doctor asked.

Grace brushed herself down. She had some scrapes from landing heavily on the gravel and her outfit had seen better days, but nothing seemed to be broken.

'I'll be fine,' she replied.

'Are you sure?'

'I should be. I'm a doctor, aren't I?' She tried a grin, then remembered what had happened that last time that she had tried to treat the person opposite.

'Here, look after this for me.' The Doctor had taken off his velvet coat and draped it around her shoulders. She wrapped it close about her. Despite the blaze behind her, the evening was cold. She could hear sirens approaching and wondered briefly if any of them were from St Jude's.

The Doctor returned with his arm around Brigadier Kramer. Her face was smudged with soot and great coughs wracked her frame. The Doctor whirled her around to face him.

'Adrienne, ' he said. 'Listen to me, it's important. Is there anyone else still in there?'

'Jameson,' Kramer managed to choke out.

The Doctor scanned the horizon and saw the approaching lights.

'Look after her until they get here,' he said to Grace before diving back into the burning building.

Instinctively, Grace tried to follow, but Kramer was a weight in her arms, rooting her to the spot. Steadying herself, Grace switched off her personal concerns for the moment and began giving Kramer a professional appraisal. She did not seem to be badly injured, though there was a small burn on her left forearm, but she had inhaled a lot of smoke. She was glad when she was able to hand her over to the care of the paramedics.

She did not realise that the Doctor was at her side until she felt his hand on her shoulder.

'Jameson?' Grace asked.

He shook his head.

'Damn,' was all Kramer said. She was sitting on the step at the back of an ambulance, having refused all aid except for the blanket draped across her shoulders. Grace felt a heat building behind her eyes and wanted to criticise her for her lack of feeling, but it soon faded. At the moment, Kramer was a patient and needed to be treated as such.

'Those were our helicopters,' Kramer croaked.

'You've got helicopters?' the Doctor inquired.

'Had,' Kramer corrected. 'Borrowed them from the local Army boys. Guess we do have a traitor in the ranks after all.'

'And are there any other toys he's likely to have stolen?' the Doctor snapped.

Part of Grace was glad to see the Doctor attacking the military in this way, but this was neither the time nor place.

'Doctor,' she chastised.

He took the hint.

'Never mind,' he muttered. 'Adrienne, you need to evacuate this city as soon as possible.'

'I've been trying to do that since day one, Doctor,' Kramer replied, 'but nobody wants to listen.'

'Then make them. This city is about to be the victim of the biggest earthquake it's ever seen.'

'I'm sorry, Doctor, but I'm not following you,' Kramer admitted.

The Doctor let out an exasperated sigh. 'Oh very well, I'll explain, but it will have to be the condensed version. We're running out of time. Chapel is being controlled by a fraction of the Intelligence, but the majority of its being is still trapped at the very edge of the universe and it will take a colossal amount of energy for it to make the jump from there to here. Chapel plans to provide that energy by using the THUNDER, suitably enhanced, to destroy this city.'

'Doctor, I don't mean to sound callous,' Grace began, 'but if the Intelligence is all that you say then these people aren't going to be any safer even if we do move them out of San Francisco.'

'Why does nobody ever understand,' the Doctor complained. 'You're assuming one type of energy is the same as the other and it isn't. The Intelligence is after a very specific type of energy, the psychic energy provided by the deaths of seven hundred thousand people.' He paused to let that sink in. 'Now, Brigadier, will you order the evacuation.'

'I'll do my best,' Kramer promised.

'Good.' The Doctor glanced back at the burning ruin. 'No one else is dying on my watch if I can help it.'

'What will you be doing?' Grace asked.

'Taking the fight to the enemy, of course.' The Doctor scanned the vehicles grouped at the edge of the park and hurried over to an unattended fire truck. 'If I can destroy the THUNDER then all this becomes immaterial.'

The Doctor clambered inside of the truck and leaned across to open the passenger-side door.

'Doctor, can I offer you a lift?' he asked.

'Wouldn't miss it, Doctor,' Grace replied, climbing up beside him.

* * *

Celaine and Mina were sharing a cell, not just with each other but also with a silver sphere tucked away in one corner. The sphere kept quiet, but it was difficult to pretend that it was not there. They had been hurried here as soon as the helicopter had landed. There were still tourists on the island and, while there were areas they did not visit, such as this cellblock, Chapel did not want to draw attention to herself.

'What did she mean by "your alien friend"?' Celaine asked when they were alone (not counting the sphere).

'I don't know,' Mina answered honestly. 'I don't know where the Doctor comes from.'

It was something Mina had not given much thought to. The Doctor was the Doctor and she accepted him as such. It seemed somehow demeaning to try to attach further labels to him. Besides which, she and the Doctor had agreed early on not to press each other about their respective pasts. They both had memories they were not comfortable sharing.

'Chapel seems to be afraid of him, whoever he is,' Celaine said. 'Do you think he can get us out of here.'

'If anyone can, he can,' Mina answered. She wished that she could have said something more comforting, but she did not see the Doctor in the same way that Chapel and Kramer and Chang Lee appeared too. They all spoke of him as if he was some kind of superman, but to Mina he was just an eccentric. No, just was too harsh. He was brave and wise and intelligent and he had an enthusiasm that was positively infectious and a desire to do the right thing that one could not help but admire, but he was also gentle and vulnerable and fallible. Even if he would not admit it to himself.

'You're English, aren't you?' Celaine asked. The silence was making her uncomfortable.

'Yes, I am,' Mina answered. Mina did not mind the quiet. She used to spend a lot of time at home alone with only her diary for company. If it helped her companion to relax, however, she was more than happy to maintain her end of the conversation.

'This is my first visit to America,' she continued.

'Really?' Celaine responded. 'I guess we're not exactly making you feel welcome, are we. My life's not always this dangerous, you know.'

'I wish I could say the same,' Mina replied, 'but I seem to attract trouble. Have you ever been to England?'

'No, Andrew, my boyfriend was English, though, if that counts.'


'Well, I guess still is,' Celaine explained, 'but he's not my boyfriend anymore. What about you? Any loved ones?'

'I was married, once,' Mina replied. 'He's dead now.'

'I'm sorry,' Celaine muttered.

The conversation died and this time it was Mina's turn to break the silence.

'You said that you were a sensitive,' she began. 'What is that?'

'I'm not entirely sure,' Celaine replied, 'but I figure it's got something to do with me being a Wiccan.'


'Well, I guess you'd call me a witch,' Celaine said. 'Hey, it's not a bad thing.'

'I'm sorry,' Mina said, knowing that her expression must have betrayed her. 'Where I come from we're brought up to think of witches as something evil. An abomination against God. I like to think that I'm more open-minded than that, but it would seem that I still have some prejudices to lay to rest.'

'At least your honest about it,' Celaine responded. 'A lot of people still go on about how "thou shalt not suffer a witch to live".'

'I think that I prefer "thou shalt not kill",' Mina offered, risking a slight smile.

'Exactly,' Celaine said emphatically, warming to her topic. 'People seem to think that we're out to hurt them, but we're not. It's part of our law that any harm we do rebounds on us threefold and I'm not out to risk that. We can cast spells for protection, but we don't curse people, if that's what you're thinking.'

'So you are really able to use magic?' Mina asked.

'Well, theoretically,' Celaine admitted. 'I don't practise as much as I should do so I'm not very good. I can tell fortunes, but that's about it.'

Mina considered that. 'If you can see the future, does that mean that you knew that this was going to happen.'

'Not exactly. I knew that something was going to happen, something that would probably be bad, but I didn't know that I was going to be involved. It's very difficult to read your own future. You tend to have lots of conflicting forces acting on you at the same time.'

'Could you tell my future?' Mina asked.

'Would you really want to know?'

* * *

'I've always wanted to drive a fire engine,' the Doctor said as he spun the wheel, taking them deeper into Pacific Heights, heading towards Lombard Street.

'I'm glad somebody got their wish,' Grace murmured. She was trying to dampen the mood - this was serious, after all - but the Doctor's grin was contagious. Even racing to risk his life he behaved like a kid in a toy shop. Something inside of Grace was screaming that life did not work like that, but for once Grace told the voice to shut up. If the Doctor was going to enjoy himself, then she'd be damned if she would not join him.

'So, what's it like just having a city to worry about for a change,' she asked as the fire engine climbed up the steep hill, passing beautiful Victorian houses as it went, 'rather than the entire universe.'

'It's a bit of a challenge,' the Doctor replied. 'I have to keep reminding myself to think smaller and adjust my focus. Sometimes you can be so busy admiring the big picture that you lose sight of the little things that make it great.'

The Doctor turned right so that they were heading east again down a tree-lined avenue.

'You never got back together with Brian, did you,' the Doctor said. It was not a question. 'Are you seeing anybody?'

Grace stared at him as he if was from another planet. Admittedly, he was, but she did not normally stare at him like that.

'Was that a come on?' she asked.

'I'm sorry,' the Doctor said. 'I don't follow you.'

'I think that you do,' Grace remarked wryly.

The Doctor flashed her a toothy smile before returning his attention to the road. 'Okay, so maybe I do. But it wasn't. I'm just interested. It's been what, twelve months now? What have you been doing with your life.'

'Putting my career back together,' Grace retorted, 'no thanks to you.'

'How many times do I have to apologise for getting shot?' the Doctor protested. 'Are you telling me that you've spent the past twelve months fixated on me?'

'Well…' That was a lot closer to the truth than Grace wanted to admit.

'Flattering as that is,' the Doctor continued, 'don't you think it's about time you let go of your past? When have you done anything for yourself? You've built your life around your career, a career you chose because of the memory of your mother's death. It's a noble aim to hold back death, but were you doing it for you or your patients or for your mother? And then there's me. You blame me for ruining your career so you dedicate yourself to putting everything back together again to spite me. Grace, don't you think it's about time you started living for yourself?'

Grace opened her mouth to reply when a great thunderclap echoed above them.

'There's no storm forecast,' Grace said.

'That wasn't thunder,' the Doctor said. 'Look!'

Grace followed the line of the Doctor's outstretched hand. One of the elegant buildings up ahead had been reduced to rubble.

'What could have caused that?'

'Look in the mirror,' the Doctor suggested.

Grace did.

'Tell me that isn't a tank.'

'That isn't a tank,' the Doctor lied. 'Happy now? That must be one of the toys Kramer borrowed and then lost. Remind me to thank her for it later. Assuming that there is a later.'

* * *

It was James that came to the cell door. That just epitomised the way Celaine's luck was running at the moment.

If he had not been hypnotised he would probably have noticed that something was wrong. As it was he unlocked the cell door and went in to drag Mina to her feet. Celaine struck him around the back of the head with the heel of her shoe.

'Sorry, James,' she said as she hobbled out of the cell, trying to put her shoe on at the same time.

'Come on,' she shouted at Mina who was using the bunk to support her as she got to her feet. The sphere had begun to bleep, slowly at first, but with increasing pace, as if it was waking up.

Mina threw herself out of the door and slammed it closed, turning the key in the lock. They were in luck. The sphere was just wider than the gap in the bars. It rolled back and charged them again. And again. Celaine hoped it was her imagination, but it seemed as if the bars were bending.

'Good luck,' she said to Mina.

'You too,' the other woman responded before turned and running down the corridor. Celaine watched her round the corner, then she turned and ran the other way. They had decided that, since the sphere could not follow them both at once, this way at least one of them had a chance of finding help.

She heard a crash as the sphere finally forced its way through the bars and slammed against the concrete wall. She did not need to look back to tell that it had decided to follow her.

That was also in keeping with the way her luck was going.

* * *

'We're in luck,' the Doctor said as he whirled their vehicle around a corner at the last possible second. The end of the fire engine swung out wide, clipping the front of an approaching car.

'Sorry,' the Doctor called.

'How can this be in luck,' Grace demanded.

'There seems to be only one person in that tank,' the Doctor explained. 'He won't be able to drive and fire at the same time.'

'So we're safe then,' Grace wondered.

'Grace, we're being pursued by a US Army tank whose driver wants both of us dead.'

'Not safe then'

'Not by half.'

The Doctor spun the wheel frantically and Grace covered her eyes as they careered towards an approaching cable car. Somehow, the Doctor managed to get them across the street before it passed them by. He ran a hand through his wavy hair.

'I suppose I should be watching the road as well as worrying about the tank,' he commented.

'Just watch the road,' Grace replied. 'I can worry about the tank for both of us.'

'Funny girl.' The Doctor turned the fire engine to point them down the hill, towards the waterfront.

Grace could not see the tank.

'Doctor,' she said, 'I think we lost him.'

The building in front of them exploded as the tank roared through it and out onto the road, flattening a parked car as it did so.

'I guess I'd better strike that.'

The Doctor slammed on the brakes and put the fire engine into reverse.

'I guess you had,' he said. 'Brace yourself, I know a shortcut.'

The Doctor veered the fire engine to the left and over Russian Hill. The road zigzagged its way down the hill to minimise the steep gradient. The Doctor ignored the road and took the direct route. Grace was thrown forward in her seat each time the vehicle bounced over another raise flower bed.

'I say one thing for you, Doctor,' she shouted.

'What's that?' he cried back.

'Life with you is never dull.'

They raced down Hyde Street and took a sharp right on to Fisherman's Wharf. The Doctor's erratic driving sent the mostly empty crates scattering in all directions. In the mirror Grace could see the tank roll out on to the wharf and come to a dead stop. She could see its gun turret being adjusted.

'Doctor,' she said.

'I see it,' he replied. 'Not far now.'

He swung left passed a ticket booth and out onto a pier. He used his free hand to open his door.

'When I say jump,' he began.

Grace opened her own door and unbuckled her seatbelt.

The fire engine leaped from the end of the pier.

There was the muffled sound of a distant cannon being fired.

'Jump!' the Doctor shouted.

Grace jumped.

The fire engine exploded as she plunged deep beneath the freezing water.

There was an arm around her, dragging her to the surface. The Doctor's legs kicked as he propelled them further from the shore. Grace wanted to ask where they were going, but she was too busy coughing up saltwater.

Then there were more arms around her dragging her up and on to a ferry. The Doctor clambered up over the railing beside her, a broad gin plastered over his face.

'Now tell me this isn't more fun than a day at the office,' he said.

* * *

Kramer watched the preparations with a mix of concern and pride. Pride that her UNIT squad had recovered from the attack and were already prepared to take the fight to the enemy. Concern that if Kramer could not work out where the enemy was then all of those preparations would be for naught.

She turned to Colonel North, her liaison with the US military. Unlike many officers, he did not seem to resent being seconded to a United Nations operation. Kramer was relieved that she had one less hurdle to climb.

'You understand how important it is to get this city evacuated, colonel,' Kramer said.

'Yes, sir,' North replied. 'We've got television and radio broadcasts ready to go. I've got mean shouting from trucks with megaphones if need be. We're co-ordinating efforts with the public transport systems. I'm waiting until everyone is in position before we begin the evacuation to try and minimise confusion, but we should be good to go within the next fifteen minutes.'

'Good work, colonel,' Kramer said.

North looked uncomfortable.

'Permission to speak freely, sir?'

'What is it, North?'

'Well, sir, it's just that…with the best will in the world it's going to take us forever to clear this city. If whatever's going to happen happens tonight then we haven't got a prayer.'

'I know that, colonel,' Kramer admitted, 'but I gave my word and I intend to keep it.'

A jeep drove up beside them and a nervous looking sergeant jumped out.

'What is it, sergeant?' North asked. The man was US Army and that gave the colonel seniority here.

'Sir.' The sergeant saluted. 'We found this man poking about the incident site, sir. Says he knows the Brigadier-General.'

'Does he know?' North wondered. 'At ease, sergeant. Let's see this prisoner of yours. Well, do you know this man, sir?'

'Yes I do, colonel,' Kramer said. 'His name's Chang Lee. Last time I saw you, young man, you were sneaking into Chapel's office to spy on her. Well, come on, what did you find out.'

'Not much,' Lee admitted. 'Chapel was taking her hostages to an island. Somewhere with facilities for keeping prisoners.'

North chuckled. 'Well, you've got to admire her spunk if nothing else.'

Lee looked blank.

Kramer could not help smiling at him.

'Think about it. An island. Prisoners. She's going to Alcatraz.'

* * *

Grace and the Doctor stood outside the visitor's centre on Alcatraz Island, bathed in light from the lighthouse. The ferry had not been meant to stop here, it had simply offered a cruise for those wanting to see San Francisco by night, but the Doctor had persuaded the crew to break from their routine. Grace did not want to know how.

'So, where do we start?' Grace asked.

'We know that they're holding Mina prisoner,' the Doctor began.

'And where better to keep prisoners than the prison,' Grace concluded.

'Exactly,' the Doctor replied, leading the way through the now empty guardhouse and up the winding path towards the main cellblock.

The Doctor set a brisk pace and Grace was soon out of breath as they hiked up the steep sides of the island. The Doctor noticed and then paused by the water tower. He pointed at the flowerbeds.

'Did you know that there's no natural soil on this island?' he asked. 'It all had to be shipped in. They did it so that the prison guards could build their own gardens. Don't you find it a nice touch that they could still be concerned with beauty in a place like this?'

'I've never been much for gardening,' Grace admitted.

'You should try it,' the Doctor suggested. 'Ready for another climb?'

Grace nodded and they continued on their way.

The main gate of the prison was open.

'Come into my parlour,' the Doctor murmured.

'You think it's a trap?' Grace asked.

'I've a nose for these things,' the Doctor replied.

'But we're going in anyway.'

The Doctor nodded. 'After you, Doctor.'

'No,' Grace insisted. 'After you, Doctor.'

The Doctor shrugged and entered the building. Light from bulbs hanging high in the ceiling illuminated the complex. There were five main blocks of cells, ringed by raised walkways where they had multiple levels. The Doctor and Grace hurried along in silence.

There was a clattering sound from above them. A woman was pressed against a railing. There was a bleeping noise and Grace could see a silver sphere at her feet.

'Jump,' the Doctor shouted. 'I'll catch you.'

The woman cast one last look at the sphere then threw herself backward over the railing and into the Doctor's arms. He set her on her feet and then looked back up at the walkway. The sphere jumped, hurling itself down at them. The Doctor swung his coat like a bullfighter's cape and the sphere became engulfed in its fold. Quickly, the Doctor wrapped the velvet tight so that it could not escape.

'Well, that takes care of you,' he said.

'Doctor,' Grace murmured. 'I think you should take a look at this.'

Three Yeti were advancing towards them.


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