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looked
searchingly at her, trying to put a name to the face he was sure he
knew so well. All he could remember was that this strangely
familiar woman was a friend.
'You're . . .
you're good,' he said after some hesitation.
Carol turned away
as tears welled up in her eyes. John sat up, concerned that he had
made his friend cry. 'The Sensorites . . .' he began apologetically.
'They want me to forget ... all the voices in my head, begging me to
for-get...'
The cabin door slid
softly open and Maitland entered. He regarded John with a forced
smile and then looked enquiringly at Carol.
'It's no use,' she
despaired, 'He might as well be dead . . .' Maitland protested, but
she continued, no longer bothering to hold back her tears. 'Can you
imagine what it's like to be in love with someone and to stand
helplessly by while they're being slowly destroyed?' she sobbed.
Maitland knelt down
by her side and clasped her hands in his. 'Carol, the Doctor's been
talking to the Sensorite; You're to go down to the Sense-Sphere with
John and the others. The Sensorites are going to cure him.'
But Carol was
beyond all hope. 'Undo the damage they've caused, you mean,' she said
bitterly. 'Can't you see? It's too late.'
After a lengthy
discussion between the Doctor and the First Elder, or rather between
the Doctor and the Sensorite who relayed his demands to his leader,
it had been decided that the time-travellers would be allowed to go
down to the Sense-Sphere and negotiate for the return of the TARDIS
lock, and the release of Maitland's spaceship.
To prove their good
faith the Sensorites had agreed to introduce John to their scientists
who would attempt to cure him. In return, Barbara and Maitland were
to remain on board the spaceship as hostages in the company of an
armed Sensorite warrior.
As the TARDIS crew,
Carol and John and their Sensorite escort prepared to leave the
spaceship and board the shuttle craft which had been sent up from the
Sense-Sphere, one of the Sensorites took the Doctor aside.
'Ten years ago,
five humans landed on the Sense-Sphere,' he began tentatively. The
Doctor urged him to continue,
'Our planet
welcomed them. Their minds were closed against us, but we sensed they
thought our planet was a rich one; slowly we began to feel the greed
in their hearts as they longed to exploit our mineral wealth.
'Then the five men
quarrelled. Two of them took off in their ship which exploded a mile
in the atmosphere.'
'What happened to
the others?' asked the Doctor.
'We imagined they
hid themselves aboard and fought for control of the ship. Anyway, all
were killed.'
'My dear sir, I can
assure you that we have no intention of robbing you of your precious
molybdenum if that's what concerns you,' repeated the Doctor.
'That is good,'
said the Sensorite. 'But ever since that day our people have been
dying in greater numbers each year, stricken by some unknown
disease.'
Ian had joined the
Doctor and the Sensorite. 'Could it have been caused by radioactive
fall-out from the rocket?' he suggested.
'Perhaps: the power
source of their ship was of a type unknown to us. Our people are
dying: soon the Sensorite Nation will be no more . . .' The Sensorite
diplomatically approached the point of his speech: 'The First Elder
says that he senses great wisdom in you, Doctor. . .'
The Doctor crowed
with satisfaction. 'I sense some bargaining ahead of us,' he said. 'I
take it you will only accede to our demands when I can find a cure
for this disease. Is that so?'
The Sensorite
nodded.
'Very well then.'
The Doctor agreed: in truth he had no choice. He crossed over to
Barbara. 'Reluctant as I am to leave you, my dear, I'm afraid we have
no alternative,' he said.
Barbara smiled.
'I'll be all right,' she reassured him. 'I'm just worried about you.'
'Oh, I dare say
I'll manage . . .'he boasted. 'Now, come along, Susan, Chesterton.'
He beckoned his companions to follow him and marched away toward the
spaceship's docking bay.
As the
searchingly at her, trying to put a name to the face he was sure he
knew so well. All he could remember was that this strangely
familiar woman was a friend.
'You're . . .
you're good,' he said after some hesitation.
Carol turned away
as tears welled up in her eyes. John sat up, concerned that he had
made his friend cry. 'The Sensorites . . .' he began apologetically.
'They want me to forget ... all the voices in my head, begging me to
for-get...'
The cabin door slid
softly open and Maitland entered. He regarded John with a forced
smile and then looked enquiringly at Carol.
'It's no use,' she
despaired, 'He might as well be dead . . .' Maitland protested, but
she continued, no longer bothering to hold back her tears. 'Can you
imagine what it's like to be in love with someone and to stand
helplessly by while they're being slowly destroyed?' she sobbed.
Maitland knelt down
by her side and clasped her hands in his. 'Carol, the Doctor's been
talking to the Sensorite; You're to go down to the Sense-Sphere with
John and the others. The Sensorites are going to cure him.'
But Carol was
beyond all hope. 'Undo the damage they've caused, you mean,' she said
bitterly. 'Can't you see? It's too late.'
After a lengthy
discussion between the Doctor and the First Elder, or rather between
the Doctor and the Sensorite who relayed his demands to his leader,
it had been decided that the time-travellers would be allowed to go
down to the Sense-Sphere and negotiate for the return of the TARDIS
lock, and the release of Maitland's spaceship.
To prove their good
faith the Sensorites had agreed to introduce John to their scientists
who would attempt to cure him. In return, Barbara and Maitland were
to remain on board the spaceship as hostages in the company of an
armed Sensorite warrior.
As the TARDIS crew,
Carol and John and their Sensorite escort prepared to leave the
spaceship and board the shuttle craft which had been sent up from the
Sense-Sphere, one of the Sensorites took the Doctor aside.
'Ten years ago,
five humans landed on the Sense-Sphere,' he began tentatively. The
Doctor urged him to continue,
'Our planet
welcomed them. Their minds were closed against us, but we sensed they
thought our planet was a rich one; slowly we began to feel the greed
in their hearts as they longed to exploit our mineral wealth.
'Then the five men
quarrelled. Two of them took off in their ship which exploded a mile
in the atmosphere.'
'What happened to
the others?' asked the Doctor.
'We imagined they
hid themselves aboard and fought for control of the ship. Anyway, all
were killed.'
'My dear sir, I can
assure you that we have no intention of robbing you of your precious
molybdenum if that's what concerns you,' repeated the Doctor.
'That is good,'
said the Sensorite. 'But ever since that day our people have been
dying in greater numbers each year, stricken by some unknown
disease.'
Ian had joined the
Doctor and the Sensorite. 'Could it have been caused by radioactive
fall-out from the rocket?' he suggested.
'Perhaps: the power
source of their ship was of a type unknown to us. Our people are
dying: soon the Sensorite Nation will be no more . . .' The Sensorite
diplomatically approached the point of his speech: 'The First Elder
says that he senses great wisdom in you, Doctor. . .'
The Doctor crowed
with satisfaction. 'I sense some bargaining ahead of us,' he said. 'I
take it you will only accede to our demands when I can find a cure
for this disease. Is that so?'
The Sensorite
nodded.
'Very well then.'
The Doctor agreed: in truth he had no choice. He crossed over to
Barbara. 'Reluctant as I am to leave you, my dear, I'm afraid we have
no alternative,' he said.
Barbara smiled.
'I'll be all right,' she reassured him. 'I'm just worried about you.'
'Oh, I dare say
I'll manage . . .'he boasted. 'Now, come along, Susan, Chesterton.'
He beckoned his companions to follow him and marched away toward the
spaceship's docking bay.
As the
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