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but excited voice. ‘This could be our chance,’ he said. ‘Don’t you see? They will have weapons we can use against the Moroks.’
    ‘If they’ll agree to help us,’ Sita said doubtfully. ‘And I don’t see any reason why they should.’
    ‘They will, Sita, when they hear our story.’
    ‘Yes,’ Bo agreed.
    Sita shook his head. ‘Who knows what they’re like? They could be worse than the Moroks, then where will we be?’
    ‘You’re such a pessimist,’ Bo complained, moving closer to Tor to show where his trust lay. ‘You always look on the dark side.’
    ‘Not really,’ Sita argued with a slight shrug. ‘It’s just that I am a realist. Look, you said the Moroks have found the ship. Do you really think we stand a chance of finding whoever they are before the Moroks do?’
    ‘Dako has already organised the outside workers,’ Tor replied. ‘Now we must search in here. O1em and Seng are waiting for us. Come.’ He stood by the door waiting for Sita to move.
    ‘Come on, Sita.’ Bo laid a hand on Sita’s shoulder and gave it an encouraging shake. ‘We’ll find them.’
    The Doctor, leading the way down the corridor, suddenly stopped and raised his hand. The others dutifully stopped behind him though they couldn’t figure out exactly why. Except for themselves the corridor was empty and they hadn’t seen or heard anything suspicious. Ian and Barbara exchanged enquiring glances and Ian shrugged, then they both turned front again to stare at the back of the Doctor’s head. Had they been in a position to see his face they would have seen his eyes move left, then right, then left again, though he took great care to keep his head absolutely still. Finally he said, ‘You lead now, Chesterton.’
    Ian and Barbara exchanged glances again, and smiled, as they both nodded slowly, realising the Doctor was hopelessly lost and didn’t want to admit it.
    ‘Certainly, Doctor,’ Ian agreed affably, stepping to the Doctor’s side. ‘Which way? Any particular fancy?’ And the Doctor knew he hadn’t fooled anybody.
    He huffed for a while and then said, ‘Yes - the way we came in of course.’
    ‘Of course.’ Ian smiled and nodded. ‘And which way did we come in?’
    ‘Really, young man,’ the Doctor growled. ‘You’ve got a memory like a sieve. We turn right, then left.’
    ‘No,’ Vicki contradicted. ‘We turned right when we cane in.’
    She had been examining one of the exhibits with great interest; a small furry creature, very cuddly, like a teddy bear, except that its teeth would have snapped off a man’s leg with one bite. Her curiosity was thoroughly piqued but she made sure she didn’t stand too close, not because of the teeth, but because of the sensor and the voice that she knew would be sent booming down the corridor. Having given her considered opinion on their position she turned back to the exhibit.
    ‘Turned right?’ the Doctor said. ‘No, I don’t think so.’ ‘All these doors and corridors are so alike,’ Barbara said hastily in an attempt to abort the incipient argument.
    ‘Yes, indeed they are,’ the Doctor agreed, taking the way out she offered him.
    ‘Is this your way of admitting you’re as lost as we are?’ Ian enquired sweetly.
    The Doctor considered for a moment and then, ‘I suppose it is,’ he said. ‘Let’s take Vicki’s advice. We can always retrace our steps.’
    ‘Can we? All right then, follow me.’ And Ian, holding his purloined weapon at the ready, set off down the corridor.
    ‘By the whole Morok Empire!’ Lobos bawled, smashing his fist down on the desk in front of him, ‘How long is it supposed to take to round up a few fugitives?’
    ‘How do we know they’re only a few?’ Ogrek, unlike the governor, was not looking for excitement. He was a creature of dull habit and did not relish his routine being disturbed.
    ‘I don’t care how many there are, I want them now!’ Lobos thundered.
    ‘And I say "a few" because how many do you think