UNSINKABLE

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.)