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the pistol against Sarah’s head. ‘I mean it this time,’ he whispered softly. Sarah felt her stomach turn over. She held her breath for what seemed an eternity.
    The Doctor’s voice broke the silence. ‘It’s in the freezer.’
    â€˜Thank you, Doctor.’ Scorby took out a second, smaller pistol, which he handed to Keeler. ‘Watch them. You,’ he prodded Stevenson, ‘come with me.’ He bundled the unhappy scientist out of the room.
    Keeler trained the gun nervously on the Doctor and Sarah. ‘Don’t worry,’ beamed the Doctor. ‘You’re quite safe with us.’
    Stevenson led Scorby to the Lab and produced the second pod out of the freezer.
    Scorby cursed Keeler under his breath for missing it. ‘Are there any more?’
    â€˜No. This is unique—priceless—as you are no doubt aware.’
    â€˜What’s to stop it breaking open like the other one?’
    â€˜It’s quite safe at this temperature,’ replied Stevenson calmly.
    â€˜I see. Well, it’s going on a little journey, so find me something to keep it cool.’
    Stevenson hunted round the debris until he found a thermocontainer in which he placed the pod. As they returned to the Crew Quarters, Scorby asked about their source of electrical supply. Stevenson explained curtly about the Power Unit.
    When they rejoined the others, Stevenson was bound hand and foot like the Doctor and Sarah.
    â€˜You can say your goodbyes now,’ sneered Scorby and pointed his gun at the helpless captives.
    â€˜You’re not going to shoot us in cold blood?’ murmured Sarah.
    With a laugh Scorby let his arm drop. ‘No. I’ve got a better idea.’ He grabbed hold of Sarah. ‘You’re coming with us. Give me a hand, Keeler.’ Sarah’s feet were untied and she was dragged towards the door.
    â€˜How do you expect to get away from here?’ yelled Stevenson. ‘You said your plane was grounded.’
    Scorby smiled. ‘You shouldn’t believe everything people tell you.’ With a bang the door slammed shut.
    Sarah, her hands still tied, was led to an outer door.
    â€˜Right,’ ordered Scorby. ‘Take us to the Power Unit.’
    â€˜I don’t know where you mean,’ lied Sarah.
    â€˜Don’t try to be clever. You checked it earlier. Now move! ‘ He shoved her forward into the snow. Keeler followed, carrying the precious container.
    The trio rounded the corner of the farthest hut and set off across the open waste. It was still snowing, but the first few streaks of dawn were beginning to lighten the sky. Sarah wondered briefly if she would live to see another day.
    Inside the Crew Quarters the Doctor had wriggled to his feet and was hopping up and down like a jack-in-a box. Above his head hung an old hurricane lamp for use in emergencies. Stevenson observed the Doctor’s antics in puzzlement.
    â€˜What are you doing?’
    â€˜Ever played football?’ gasped the Doctor, as he headed the lamp off its hook and on to the floor. The glass smashed into fragments. ‘Quick!’
    Stevenson inched over to the Doctor whose fingers had grabbed a piece of the broken glass. ‘Now keep very still, or I might cut a blood vessel.’ The Doctor began to saw away at the rope around Stevenson’s wrists.
    Outside, in the cold dawn, the creature observed the lights of the Camp from behind a hillock of snow. It was now seven or eight feet high. After a moment or two, it set off towards the Camp, moving at exceptional speed, its long fibrous tentacles dragging behind in the snow. It reached the nearest but and began to edge slowly along the side looking for a way in.
    The trek across the snowy waste seemed to Sarah like a march to the guillotine, an inexorable journey to certain death. Once inside