"Vila, get Tarrant out of here!" said Avon as he almost shoved the unconscious Tarrant at him.

"I'd rather get Cally out," grumbled Vila as he shouldered the injured Tarrant and half-dragged him towards the entry hatch.

Avon had already continued down the debris littered corridor to search for Cally.

The whole underground Terminal complex was set to explode. Some of the charges had already gone off. Avon didn't know how long they had left before the rest of the complex would follow; but he was certain it wasn't long. Servalan wouldn't have given them that much of a chance. After the ship she so "generously" left them had exploded, Avon was certain that the living quarters were also rigged to explode and had rushed back with Dayna.

We've lost the Liberator, thought Avon as tried to avoid a piece of falling rubble. No. I've lost the Liberator. I am not losing Cally as well.

Another explosion went off nearby causing Avon to lose his balance and crash to the ground.

Wonderful. Avon picked himself up and continued searching. He regretted ever coming to Terminal. It was a mistake from beginning to end. No. A trap from beginning to end. A trap engineered by Servalan. Even ORAC was fooled.

He doubted if the difficult computer would ever admit to the error. It would probably talk about percentages of success and the limitations of voice print analysis.

Avon had to admit that it had been a very well planned and executed trap. Even though he hated Servalan, he had to admire her attention to detail and her brilliant creativity. In a way, the lengths she had gone to had been very flattering.

Clever of you to know that it would take more than just Blake to bring me here. You must have known that I was tired of following all your false rumours about Blake.

"Cally!"

Here. Cally's voiced sounded in his mind.

"Cally you have to use your voice for me to locate you," said Avon. Avon was relieved that she was still alive. Of everyone, he would have hated to lose Cally. For some reason they had always had a connection; even from the beginning.

Blake in his delusional state had not been far from the truth when he thought there was something between them.

Not far from the truth and very far, thought Avon wryly. Nothing had ever become of it. He hadn't let it. He had been too obsessed with the memory of Anna. Then when he found out that the lover he had trusted implicitly had been nothing but illusion, he had still not pursued it. He wasn't sure why.

"Here," said Cally weakly. Avon rushed forward. She was pinned under a supporting beam which had fallen across her legs.

"Avon." Her face was pale and streaked with dust.

"Yes, Cally. I'm here. We have to get you out before the complex explodes," Avon kept his face carefully neutral as he examined her. She looked terrible. Her legs looked crushed and there was a large bleeding gash on her forehead.

Well, I will have to deal with that when I get the beam off.

Avon looked around and found a long metal support rod. He used another large piece of debris as a fulcrum and positioned the rod.

"Cally. This is going to hurt. Do you understand?"

Yes, Avon.

Using his full weight to maximum effect, Avon applied pressure on the rod and lifted the beam off Cally's legs. Cally screamed in pain and passed out.

Perhaps, it's for the best, thought Avon. The most painful part is still to come. There is no time to apply a splint for support. We have to get out before we both die.

Avon stopped. He saw something very familiar. Lifting the beam off had not only freed Cally, it had also freed ORAC.

She must have been carrying ORAC when the beam fell.

The ill-tempered computer was covered in debris but looked intact.

Logic told him it should be an easy choice. We need ORAC to survive, thought Avon. It is the logical choice.

He looked over at the bleeding and unconscious Cally. It didn't take long for him to make a decision. He bent down and lifted her up in his arms. Logic doesn't always know what I need to survive.

As he carried Cally towards the hatch, he tried to find a better application of logic to his own reasoning. ORAC can be put together again. Cally cannot. The reason sounded inadequate even to himself.

As Avon dragged Cally out of the entry way, Vila rushed over.

"You did it! You saved her!" said Vila as he helped.

"Did you ever doubt it?" asked Avon. "Be careful of her legs," he told Vila as they lay Cally on the ground a distance away from the hatch.

At that moment there were a series of loud explosions. Avon shielded Cally from the falling debris. Vila did the same with the still unconscious Tarrant.

The destruction of the underground complex was now complete.

Later that night, Tarrant, Vila and Dayna were gathered around a small fire in a crudely setup camp. Avon was nearby tending to Cally.

"You rescued me?" Tarrant asked Vila.

"Don't be so surprised," said Vila.

"And Avon rescued Cally?" asked Tarrant.

"Yes, he went in after her, after you got knocked out trying to find her," said Dayna.

"How about ORAC? Cally went back to get ORAC."

Avon came over to the fire and heard the last question.

"ORAC was destroyed," Avon told him.

"Are you sure?" asked Tarrant.

Avon paused. "Yes, I'm sure."

"He went back in after it," said Dayna.

"Couldn't you repair it? Salvage some parts?" asked Tarrant.

"No. It was destroyed beyond my ability to repair it," said Avon.

"I never thought you would ever admit to that. So when you were faced with saving ORAC or Cally, you chose Cally?"

Avon stared at Tarrant for a moment before answering, "There was a good chance that ORAC could have been repaired even after the explosion."

"Couldn't have been that good a chance. We've lost both ORAC and the Liberator now."

"You're a fool, Tarrant," said Avon. Without another word, he turned his back to them and went back to tend to Cally.

"What did I say?" said Tarrant. "It's the truth."

"You really are a fool, Tarrant" said Dayna as she followed Avon.

"Don't look at me, I've never been fond of you either. It was Avon who told me to save you," said Vila as he went to join Avon, Dayna and Cally.

Tarrant was left alone by the fire, wondering what just happened.