Hmm. Never cared much
for the word 'Impregnable'.
Sound too much like 'Unsinkable'
What's wrong with "Unsinkable'?
Nothing -- As The Iceberg
said to The Titanic....
What's that?
Descending into his seat
inside The Land-Rover
.....glug-glug-glugg-glugg --
Martha Leaves The Doctor | Last Of The Time Lords | Doctor Who
[Tardis]
TEGAN:
Doctor? I am free of The Mara, aren't I?
The Chorister :
(sigh) ......Tegan, Tegan, Tegan.
TEGAN:
I'm scared.
The Chorister :
There isn't any need to be.
TEGAN:
I'm still having terrible dreams.
The Chorister :
It's your mind's way of coping with the experience. You've suffered a great deal.
TEGAN:
That could have been prevented if that Dojjen
person had destroyed The Great Crystal.
The Chorister :
No, he couldn't. The Mara could only
be destroyed during the process of
its becoming -- It had to be trapped
between modes of its being.
TEGAN:
The feelings of hate. Doctor, I couldn't go through it again.
The Chorister : Well, you're completely free of it now, Tegan. For you, the Mara is dead forever.
NYSSA: For all of us, I hope.
(Nyssa has changed the gaudy outfit of the previous story for a denim mini-dress and flat mid-calf boots.)
The Chorister : Indeed.
TEGAN: Can you take me back to Earth?
NYSSA: You want to leave us?
TEGAN:
I want to rest.
I want to be surrounded
by familiar things.
NYSSA:
You'll forget the Mara, Tegan.
It won't always be as painful as it is now.
(The TARDIS jerks, throwing them sideways.)
The Chorister :
(checks The Console)
Warp-ellipse cut-out?
NYSSA:
Can't be — That would mean we were
near an object in a FIXED orbit in
TIME as well as SPACE.
The Chorister :
And what's the probability of that?
NYSSA:
(Does The Calculation)
Several BILLION
to one, against.
TEGAN:
Are you trying to scare me,
or is this your way of telling me
we've broken down AGAIN?
The Chorister :
I'm afraid it's MUCH
more serious than THAT.
NYSSA :
Are we safe?
The Chorister :
There's a chance something's
on a collision course
with the TARDIS.
TEGAN:
Don't you KNOW?
(Nyssa turns on the scanner.)
The Chorister :
Well, there's a chance of anything;
Statistically speaking,
if you gave typewriters
to a tree full of monkeys,
they'd eventually produce the
works of William Shakespeare --
NYSSA:
Doctor!
The Chorister :
Now, you and I know that at
the end of the millennium they'd still
be tapping out gibberish --
TEGAN:
-- And you'd be tapping it out right
alongside them. I only asked
you a simple question.
NYSSA:
Doctor, something's
coming straight for us!
(The sharp prow of a spaceship is
bearing down on the Tardis.)
NYSSA:
We've GOT to get
OUT OF The WAY!
The Chorister :
We can't. We've converged
with The Warp Ellipse.
NYSSA:
Doctor!
The Chorister :
Hold this steady.
TEGAN:
We're going to crash.
The Chorister :
I'll try and materialise
on board The Ship.
Hold tight!
(The Tardis materialises on the
marble floor of a very posh room.)
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