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contour.
     
    'This must be Siberia,' the old man insisted.
     
    'Well, not exactly.'
     
    They would have a hard time explaining the truth to Professor Hayter.
     
    Kalid turned from the crystal sphere. The Plasmaton mass had entered his chamber. The organic shroud dissolved and dispersed, revealing Bilton and Scobie.
     
    'You will return to your work.' Kalid studied their reaction to his command. Thanks to the interference of the Doctor, these two men had learned to resist the illusions.
     
    The copilot and engineer began to walk somnambulantly from the chamber. Kalid smiled; all was well. They had forgotten all the Doctor's advice.
     
    Suddenly, from the corner of his eye, Bilton caught sight of the TARDIS.
    Something stirred in his memory. He moved across to the police box.
    'TARDIS
     
    ... TARDIS ...' The word sprang from some far recess of his mind. What it meant he had no idea. 'TARDIS?' But that was just an old police box.
    And then he remembered the Doctor. Of course! The TARDIS! He became aware of the dark, cold room, from the corner of which a shadowy figure was watching his every move. 'Rope!' He remembered something else. 'Rope trick!' That was it. It all came flooding back. He had been hallucinating again.
     
    'Ram sharaa, Inoora xuror,' Kalid began to chant. The young officer could not be allowed to resist the power.
     
    Bilton felt himself losing his momentary hold on reality. He felt dizzy and anxious.
     
    Then he felt perfectly well again. It was a normal day at Heathrow.
     
    'You will return to your work.' Kalid spoke once more.
     
    'Speedbird Concorde 193, clear for takeoff.' A normal working day, and Andrew Bilton was flying to New York ...
     
    The Doctor was impressed by Professor Hayter's ability to resist the perceptual induction. His resilience was soon accounted for.
     
    'Hypnosis is my special subject at Darlington,' Hayter explained. 'So I was able to contra-suggest.'
     
    Alone among the passengers of the crew of the first Concorde to slip into the time contour, the Professor had been aware that they were the focus of a powerful hallucinogenic force, although even he had momentarily lost consciousness during what he still insisted on calling
    'the hi-jack'. But the old man had
     
    obviously had quite a battle to keep control of his own mind.
    'Hyperstimulation of eidetic images,' he explained. 'The most powerful hallucinatory induction I've ever come across. They must be using ultrasonics.'
     
     
    'Who are they?' the Doctor interrupted.
     
    'I don't know. Even the guards are disguised.'
     
    'The guards? You mean the Plasmatons?'
     
    'The what?'
     
    'Never mind,' said the Doctor. There was no time for explanations, particularly with a man like Professor Hayter. That was the trouble with scientists; they were so narrow-minded. For the moment the Doctor needed Hayter to show him where his fellow passengers had been taken.
     
    The Professor was most reluctant to return to the prison from which he had just escaped.
     
    'You're not serious,' he protested, as the Doctor outlined his plan.
     
    'Hayter, I've got to find my crew and the crew and passengers from 192,' insisted Captain Stapley. He sympathised with the old man's fears, but he had a duty to make sure everyone escaped.
     
    'And I've got to find the TARDIS,' added the Doctor.
     
    'TARDIS?' It was not a word in Professor Hayter's vocabulary.
     
    The Doctor did not elucidate. A discussion with the Professor on time and relativity would get them nowhere.
     
    Tegan, as usual, was less discreet. 'Without the TARDIS we'll never get back to the twentieth century,' she blurted out.
     
     
    'What did you say?' The scientist from Darlington reacted with depressing predictability.
     
    Before the Doctor could change the subject, Nyssa had chipped in.
    'She's absolutely right. We've all travelled a hundred and fifty million years down a time contour.'
     
    The Professor didn't bat an eyelid. 'You're both hallucinating!' He dismissed