Madame Zara jumped up, still screaming in fear.

Tegan threw back her head and laughed, a harsh and terrifying laugh.

Then, cupping her chin in her hands, she stared fixedly at Madame Zara, seeming to drink in the woman's screams of terror with fierce satisfaction.

Tegan laughed again, and Madame Zara backed away, covering her face.  When she looked again, Tegan was gone.


The Doctor and Nyssa were in conference in the TARDIS.  'The trouble is,' the Doctor was saying,  'We don't know nearly enough.  Without more information, we're simply blundering around in the dark.'

'What about the TARDIS's data banks?'

The Doctor shook his head.  'This is the Mara's homeworld, remember.  The answers we want are out there.  I'll try the Director of Research again.  Maybe I can make him listen this time.'

'What about me?'

'You have another go at looking for Tegan in the market-place.  We'll meet back here.'


Quite a crowd had gathered outside Madame Zara's fortune-telling booth.  It seemed that something very dramatic had happened inside.  A couple of market officials were with the hysterical fortune-teller now.

Tegan stood in the middle of the crowd, watching with the others, malicious amusement on her face...

Pushing her way through the market-place, Nyssa was attracted by the bustle outside the booth.  Instinctively she made her way towards it.  She didn't see Tegan, but Tegan saw her.  Nyssa felt a tap on her shoulder.  She turned and saw Tegan, smiling strangely at her.  'Come to see the fun?'

'What fun?'

'The fortune-teller's having hysterics.  She's still in there.  She screamed and screamed and screamed!'

Nyssa looked curiously at her.  It was unlike Tegan to take pleasure in someone's else's misfortune.  'Are you all right, Tegan?  Where have you been?'

Tegan looked away, refusing to meet Nyssa's eye.  'Of course I'm all right.  Why shouldn't I be?'

'You're not wearing the Doctor's anti-dreaming device.'

'I took it off,' said Tegan loftily.  'It wasn't necessary.'

'Tegan!  What about the Mara?'

'Stop fussing!  What Mara?'  Tegan was jumping up and down to get a better view.  'Look, there she is, they're bringing her out!'

Nyssa looked and saw two men supporting a sobbing middle-aged woman, leading her out of the booth.

Tegan sniggered.  'She mustn't see me!'

To Nyssa's astonishment Tegan sank cross-legged to the ground covering her face like a child.