'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 circuits remained in operation.  Maxil turn Nyssa.  'The compound will be guarded at all times.  If Doctor tries to leave again, my 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.'