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far more serious to recount than a visit from the Plasmatons. But no one was listening.
     
    'Simply a form of psychokinesis,' the Doctor continued.
     
    'You mean that spoon-bending nonsense?'
     
    'Doctor!' Nyssa tried once more to prise into their conversation. 'Those people were taking away the TARDIS!'
     
    The Doctor's shock at the theft of the TARDIS was equalled only by Kalid's joy as the great box was trundled into his chamber by the impressed workforce of airline passengers that Nyssa and Stapley had spotted leaving the Concorde.
     
    'You have your work. Go to it!' Kalid dismissed his labourers.
     
    As the bemused business executives and cabin staff wandered out of the chamber, Kalid moved eagerly towards the TARDIS. He had seen it before in the crystal and longed for the moment when it would be his.
    He stretched out a jaundiced hand to the door.
     
    It was locked.
     
    'Didn't you even bother to see where they were taking it?' The Doctor was appalled they had let the TARDIS be removed so easily.
     
    Rather unreasonable of him, thought Stapley, seeing how Bilton and Scobie had weighed in, only to be abducted by those Plasmaton things.
     
     
    But Nyssa and Tegan understood the Doctor's concern only too well.
    Without the TARDIS they were stranded.
     
    They were not, however, alone.
     
    A man was running behind a line of rocks on the high ground above where Captain Stapley, Tegan, Nyssa and the Doctor were discussing what to do next. He dropped to his knees behind the cover of a large boulder, breathing heavily. Such exertion did not come easily to a man of his years. After a few moments he gan to get his breath back. He brushed at the mud on is tweed suit and hauled himself up to a position from where he could observe the people in the valley below him. There were four of them. They didn't seem familiar from the New York flight.
    But one of them was in uniform. Plenty of gold braid. A pilot perhaps from the second aircraft he had just seen. He resisted the impulse to join them immediately; they too might be contaminated. But he couldn't survive, let alone escape from this place, on his own. He would have to make contact.
     
    'Hey!'
     
    The Doctor and his companions looked towards the skyline from where a rather distinguished, bearded figure was walking slowly towards them.
     
    Not a word was spoken until the newcomer was within a few yards of Captain Stanley.
     
    'Are you from the other Concorde?' The man spoke warily.
     
    'Captain Stapley, British Airways.' Stapley held out his hand.
     
     
    The stranger continued to regard them with deep suspicion. 'Professor Hayter, University of Darlington.' He grudgingly offered the information like a card player forced to reveal his hand.
     
    'You must be from 192! Where are all the other passengers? What happened to you?'
     
    Professor Hayter was reassured by the Captain's brisk questioning.
    'You're not hallucinating?' He sounded desperately hopeful.
     
    'Certainly not.'
     
    The Professor relaxed. 'You've no idea what it's been like resisting alone.'
     
    He turned his attention to the Doctor and the two girls. What was Captain Stapley doing with such an unlikely rescue party!
     
    The Doctor guessed what he was thinking. 'Don't worry, you're not imagining us.' He introduced the others.
     
    Professor Hayter nodded. He still didn't know what to make of them.
     
    Captain Stapley appreciated how he must feel about this improbable trio. He quickly explained how, if it hadn't been for the Doctor, they would never, have tracked down the missing Concorde.
     
    Hayter found this hard to believe, but at least help, in some form, had got through. 'How did the Russians let you land?' he asked eagerly.
     
    'The Russians?' The Captain had no idea what the Professor was talking about.
     
     
    'Aren't we beyond the Iron Curtain?'
     
    Stapley wished they really were in the USSR. It would be far easier to escape from the Soviet Union than from the far end of a time