base-sections
like U.N.I.T. jeeps, their headlights blazing in the heat-haze, they
were huge conical brutes; a man's head could be seen at the top of each
cone, though there were probably more men inside. Each vehicle had a
canon fitted to his mid-section. Indeed, these "jeeps" were...rather
like crude interpretations of something more familiar. But the Doctor
was too tired to consider the likeness any further. He collapsed in the
sand before them...
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was frightened and confused. How did this man come to be in possession
of the TARDIS? Where was she? Where was the Doctor? She began to cry.
'Oh, come now
madam,' said Hasjat, 'Don't take on so! Now, pull yourself together.
Come on...you have to shape up for the interrogation.'
'Interrogation?' Jo screamed.
'Well...ahhh...err...'Hasjat
began to explain, clumsily. 'More of a friendly little chat with the
C.O., actually He was the one who told me all about the TARDIS...Well,
not all about It, of course. Now, don't be afraid. You'll like 'im.
Stone me, 'e does 'ave away with the ladies. Can't 'elp admiring 'im!
You'll like 'im no end, miss.'
Jo looked at
Hasjat's beaming smile, which changed, almost unperceived, to a sad, yet
belligerently comical expression which had the aspect of a bloodhound.
She began to brighten up. Perhaps this Commanding Officer, if he knew
about the TARDIS, was a friend of the Doctor's and knew where he was.
A green
light-bulb flashed in one corner of the room, and a panel slid open in
the ceiling through which a metal ladder descended to meet the floor.
'He'll see you now, miss,' said Hasjat, motioning to the ladder, 'Don't do anything I wouldn't do eh?'
Hasjat's attempt
at mirth was not appreciated by Jo as she climbed into the blackness
above her head. Blackness - the room above was completely dark. After
some fearful sounds, alight was flashed in her face; a warm, soothing
light There was a deep chuckle from somewhere, followed by a voice, warm
and soothing...
'My dear Miss Grant...' (Well, need I tell you who it was?)