Episode 1
(Deep in Antarctica, in the midst of a raging snow storm, a blue police box materialises, but were normally an accompanying wheezing noise follows, the roar of the blizzard masks its arrival. Inside the police box is a very different picture to the one outside. Inside the calm console room of their ship, the Princess stands by the controls, looking up at the scanner along with Ben and Polly, which shows the blizzard outside.)
PRINCESS: I can't see a thing.
POLLY: It's just white for as far as the eye can see.
BEN: Looks like a storm to me. Good thing we're not at sea, otherwise we'd be rocking all over.
POLLY: Where are we exactly?
PRINCESS: (Looking at the console) According to this, we're on Antarctica. The most Southern point on the planet Earth.
BEN: Can we go out and take a look?
POLLY: Oh, please, Princess.
PRINCESS: All right, but wrap up warm first.
POLLY: Okay, come on, Ben.
BEN: (To Princess) Shall we bring stuff for you and the Doctor?
PRINCESS: Please, Ben, thank you. You'll find my shall and the Doctor's hat and cloak hanging on the wall.
BEN: Right oh.
(Polly and Ben head through the door, going deeper into the ship. Leaving the Princess alone, as she turns and looks at the Doctor, who is asleep in a chair. The Princess approaches, and gently wakes him.)
PRINCESS: Doctor. Doctor.
DOCTOR: (Waking) Hmm… What–What is it…? What's happening?
PRINCESS: It's all right, Doctor. We've just materialised, that's all.
(The Doctor gets up and approaches the console with the Princess following him.)
DOCTOR: Oh, I must… I must check the instruments–
PRINCESS: I've already taken care of that. We're on Antarctica, on Earth.
DOCTOR: Oh…Oh, I see. Thank you, yes, thank you…
(A moment of silence.)
PRINCESS: Are you feeling all right, Doctor?
DOCTOR: Hmm? Oh, yes, fine, fine, my dear, kind of you to ask.
PRINCESS: It's just… You've been tired a lot recently. Would you perhaps like to stay here and rest while–
DOCTOR: Rest, no, I've done plenty of that, my dear. No, I'm…I'm itching to explore…
(The Doctor still appears tired, fading even after only just waking.)
PRINCESS: Doctor…don't you think it's almost time? You are getting on, and these spells of fatigue are getting longer and worse. It's a classic sign–
DOCTOR: I tell you I'm fine…! I'm sorry, my dear, I–I don't mean to shout.
PRINCESS: It's all right, Doctor.
DOCTOR: I know you're only worried about me, and you have every right to. But I… But I… (Looks up at the scanner and sees the snow storm outside) My, that's quite the arctic storm blowing out there, is it not?
(The Princess looks down, a mixture of shame and remorse on her face.)
PRINCESS: Yes, it is.
(At that moment, Ben and Polly return. Ben is dressed in a parka and gloves, while Polly has on a woolly coat and hat as well as leather gloves. Ben is carrying the Princess' shall while Polly has the Doctor's coat and hat.)
POLLY: Doctor, you're up.
DOCTOR: Yes, my child. And I see you've brought my cloak, how kind of you.
(Ben holds up the Princess' shall, offering to put it on her.)
BEN: Here you are, Princess.
PRINCESS: Why thank you, Ben, that's most kind of you.
(The Princess slides into her shall as Ben places it on her.)
POLLY: There you are, Doctor.
(Polly hands the Doctor his hat before putting his cloak on for him.)
POLLY: Are you sure you're going to be warm enough?
DOCTOR: (Putting on his hat) Oh, like toast my dear. But in any case, we must all be careful, we don't know what we're in for outside there.
PRINCESS: Does everyone have everything they need?
POLLY: Yes, Princess.
BEN: All good here.
DOCTOR: Well, then, let's make our way outside and investigate, shall we?
(The Doctor activates the door controls and the wall of the console room opens up. Ben pulls up the hood of his parka and follows Polly out into the blizzard.)
PRINCESS: Are you sure you're going to be all right–
DOCTOR: Yes, yes, stop fussing, my dear, stop fussing. Now come along, before those two get themselves into trouble.
(The Princess, somewhat reluctantly, heads outside with the Doctor following her. They step out into a white desert like wasteland, with a thousand bits of snow cutting at their cheeks. The Princess quickly pulls her shall tightly around herself, as the Doctor locks the door to the police box.)
POLLY: (Over the blizzard) Hey, what's that?!
(The Princess looks up, seeing the police box has materialised nearby an aerial antenna, which is kept in place by wires that connect with the top and reach down beneath the snow.)
BEN: (Over the blizzard) It's an aerial of some kind.
POLLY: I wonder what it's doing way out here?
PRINCESS: (Over the blizzard) There must be a settlement or at the very least somebody nearby.
DOCTOR: (Over the blizzard) I wouldn't be too sure, my dear. This thing might have been planted here long ago. It might not even be maintained now.
POLLY: (Pointing) Hey, look over there. There's something moving.
(Not too far away, a box on top of a poll, sticking out of the ground is slowly rotating.)
PRINCESS: You're right, Polly. Maybe there is someone here after all, Doctor.
(Polly approaches the thing.)
BEN: Don't touch it, Polly. It looks like some kind of periscope.
POLLY: You mean like on submarines? Then perhaps there's something buried down there.
BEN: How could you burry a submarine all the way out here?
DOCTOR: I think perhaps she's referring to a bunker or a base, my boy.
POLLY: Yes, exactly.
PRINCESS: Well, if it is a periscope, whoever's operating it has spotted us.
(The periscope is looking right at them all.)
POLLY: Do you think they'll come up and meet us?
DOCTOR: Almost certainly, my dear.
POLLY: Well, do you think we should leave before then?
PRINCESS: Perhaps that would be best. I don't think this is a suitable environment for you, Doctor, given your condition lately. Let's leave before–
(A hatch, buried beneath the snow is flung open, and two soldiers in heavy snow gear climb out, wielding guns.)
SOLDIER: (Over the blizzard) Stay where you are!
(Two more soldiers climb out, also carrying guns. The four then surround the time travellers, sizing them up for a moment.)
SOLDIER: Get inside.
BEN: I think we'd better do as they say.
(The time travellers oblige and climb down the hatch. Polly goes first, followed by the Princess, then the Doctor and finally Ben. At the bottom of the ladder, a few more soldiers are waiting for them, but they're dressed in standard military uniforms. The highest ranking officer present is a Sergeant.)
SERGEANT: Move it! Come on. Hurry up. Come on. Let's go, let's go. Come on, lady, while we're young. Up against the wall over there.
(With Polly and the Princess off the ladder, they stand against the wall – with several of the soldiers looking at Polly in particular – as the Doctor and Ben then descend the ladder.)
SERGEANT: (Continuing) You to, Pops, come on, we ain't got all day. Let's go, let's go, come on!
(The Doctor and Ben are now off the ladder, and the soldiers that found them on the surface are now coming down. The Doctor and Ben move to join the Princess and Polly by the wall.)
DOCTOR: (To Sergeant) Will you please stop that, stop that at once, sir.
SERGEANT: Just a moment, pops. Now, who are you, and what are you doing here?
POLLY: Oh, we just landed outside.
SERGEANT: What in?
POLLY: Well, it's a sort of spaceship actually.
SOLDIER: Ha ha! Some spaceship!
SERGEANT: You can knock off the jokes!
PRINCESS: My friend isn't joking. We really did just arrive outside in our spaceship not moments ago. As to our reason for coming here… Well, we came here by accident really.
SERGEANT: Yeah, I bet you did, Grandma.
DOCTOR: Now, listen here, Sir, I won't tolerate that tone when speaking to my friend.
PRINCESS: Doctor…
DOCTOR: You will address her properly or not at all.
SERGEANT: Oh, yeah, so what's the lady's name?
DOCTOR: She goes by, Princess, Sir.
SOLDIER: We got a princess now. Maybe she's the Ice Queen!
(The soldiers around them laugh.)
SERGEANT: Shut it! (To Time Travellers) All right, now look, I want the truth and quick.
BEN: We've told you the truth already.
DOCTOR: Where precisely are we, sir?
SERGEANT: You're at the South Pole base of International Space Command, and frankly, pops–
DOCTOR & PRINCESS: Doctor.
SERGEANT: Doctor, your story's gonna have to be awful good.
POLLY: You were right, Princess, we are on Earth after all.
BEN: I bet we're in the right time too. I mean, this can't be the seventeenth century again, can it?
SERGEANT: Oh boy. (To one of the soldiers) Tito, get the CO.
TITO: He's not going to like it.
SERGEANT: Get him!
POLLY: What's a CO?
BEN: The Commanding Officer, the boss.
PRINCESS: Well, hopefully he's a reasonable man.
SERGEANT: Ha, you're fresh out of luck there, Princess.
BEN: It's not like a reasonable person would believe us anyhow.
POLLY: So now what do we do?
DOCTOR: I believe, child, we're to wait here until this, CO, fellow arrives.
(Across the room, Tito is using a telephone.)
TITO: (Into phone) Hello, sir? Private Tito, duty guard here. Could you give a message to the General please?
BEN: General?
SERGEANT: General Cutler, the CO.
POLLY: Well, that clears that up.
DOCTOR: Hush, child.
TITO: I know, sir, but this is an emergency! What's that? The General's not there? Well, can you tell me where he is then?
(From behind, an older man enters, wearing a military cap with a zipped-up jacket – General Cutler.)
CUTLER: Right here, Private. What is this, Sergeant?
SERGEANT: Ah, well, sir.
(Cutler notices the time travellers up against the wall.)
CUTLER: Who are these people?
SERGEANT: Well sir, they just appeared outside.
CUTLER: What?
SERGEANT: Yes, sir, as I said they just appeared. From a hut.
CUTLER: A hut?!
DOCTOR: (Muttering) A police box actually.
PRINCESS: (Hissing) Doctor.
SERGEANT: Yes, sir. Never been there before.
TITO: That's right, General. That's just the way it happened.
(Cutler approaches the time travellers. He walks down the line before stopping at Ben.)
CUTLER: Well? Who are you?
BEN: Able seaman Ben Jackson, sir, Royal Navy.
CUTLER: Then why aren't you with your ship?
BEN: That's a bit difficult to explain, sir…
CUTLER: Yeah, I'll bet my sweet life it is.
PRINCESS: We are sorry, General, we didn't mean to cause you any trouble.
CUTLER: And who are you?
SERGEANT: She claims to be a princess, sir.
CUTLER: Princess? More like Santa's wife.
DOCTOR: Do you find being rude helps with new people, General?
CUTLER: I find it helps when dealing with prisoners.
BEN: Prisoners!
POLLY: But we haven't–
CUTLER: You're all trespassing as far as I'm concerned. Now, I haven't got time to deal with you now, but when I do, you'd better have a good explanation.
DOCTOR: I don't like your tone, sir.
CUTLER: And I don't like your face, nor your hair. Sergeant, bring them into Tracking and put them under guard in the Observation room. I'll deal with them as soon as I have time.
SERGEANT: (Salute) Yes, sir!
(Cutler strides out of the room.)
SERGEANT: Right, come on, move it! Let's go, let's go, let's go!
(The Sergeant and his soldiers begin ushering the time travellers after Cutler.)
DOCTOR: Oh, not all this shouting again.
(The time travellers are escorted into a large room by the Sergeant and Tito. The room is full of computer desks and controls facing a wall with a large radar monitor in the centre, surrounded by various other smaller monitors. As they enter, coming down a short staircase, everyone in the room takes notice of them.)
CUTLER: (To room) All right, all right. Don't sit there like a lot of frustrated penguins. Get on with it!
(As the men in the room go back to work, the time travellers are taken through to an adjoining room.)
POLLY: Hey, isn't this place smashing. It looks just like that rocket place in America.
BEN: Yeah, but I wonder why there are so few people. I mean it's not like what you see on the telly, is it?
SERGEANT: I don't know what you see on your TV, son, but this is General Cutler's outfit. Come on, you'd better take a seat.
PRINCESS: Thank you for the offer, Sergeant.
(The time travellers begin taking off their outside wear, hanging it over the nearby railing.)
SERGEANT: The General don't like a lot of personnel. Cuts down to the bare minimum and works them right into the ground.
(The time travellers each take a seat on stools that are around the room.)
POLLY: That sounds horrible.
SERGEANT: It's not all bad. We only spend a couple of months on this station anyway. We can't stand more than that.
PRINCESS: I can't say I'm surprised, Sergeant.
POLLY: Hey, perhaps we can catch a lift back to England.
BEN: Oh, I can't see the squire there giving us a free lift anywhere.
DOCTOR: Well, I don't want to depress you both but I'm afraid we're not quite where you think we are.
BEN: What do you mean?
POLLY: What?
DOCTOR: (Pointing) Well, just take a peek at that.
(The time travellers look over to a calendar hung up on the wall. It's on the page of December…1986.)
POLLY: 1986! Oh no, and I thought we'd be able to get home.
BEN: Yeah, we're still at sea.
PRINCESS: I'm sorry you two. But try not to get too depressed. After all, we're getting closer.
POLLY: At least we're in the right century.
BEN: I suppose. But here, that'll explain the few people here. Them computers must do all the work now.
DOCTOR: Yes, I suppose so, Ben.
BEN: Here, I wonder if they got to the moon yet.
SERGEANT: Sure, don't you listen to the news?
BEN: You mean you have sent people to the moon?!
SERGEANT: Yeah, an expedition just returned.
POLLY: Well, what's this flight then?
SERGEANT: Oh, this is just a normal atmosphere testing probe.
DOCTOR: Yes, I see. A rocket testing site.
PRINCESS: An important one?
DOCTOR: I wouldn't think so, my dear. Although its position provides a fixed view of the universe – as appose to a base located on the equator, which continually rotates, thus changing its view out into the universe. That being said, it's hardly the most accessible of places is it?
BEN: You're right about that, Doctor.
POLLY: Hey, something's happening through there.
(The time travellers sit up, looking through into the control room of the base, where a commotion is occurring. At the highest desk, stands a man with glasses and a beard – Barclay.)
BARCLAY: (Into microphone) An error? Where?
WILLIAMS: (Through speaker) Looks bad. We're now over South Island New Zealand and reading a height of 1100 miles.
BARCLAY: 1100? But that's impossible. Dyson, check what it should be, will you?
(Dyson, a larger man, with thinning hair sits at the desk in front of Barclay's.)
DYSON: It should be 980.
BARCLAY: No, it can't be. Let me try… No, you're right. 980 miles? They're out of position by more than a hundred miles!
DYSON: Looks like it.
BARCLAY: (Into microphone) Snowcap to Zeus 4. Can you read me?
WILLIAMS: (Through speaker) Zeus 4 to Snowcap. Strength 8, over.
BARCLAY: Take visual checks on Mars to establish position. Report back.
WILLIAMS: Will do, out.
POLLY: Sounds like trouble.
BEN: But what's it all about?
DOCTOR: It sounds as if their spaceship is out of position.
PRINCESS: That seems odd for a routine probe, doesn't it?
DOCTOR: Yes…
PRINCESS: Doctor?
DOCTOR: Yes, my dear.
PRINCESS: What are you thinking?
DOCTOR: As you said, it's strange for a routine probe to encounter a simple positioning problem. Unless of course, something outside their experience is causing the error.
POLLY: Do you know what it is, Doctor?
DOCTOR: No, but I have a few theories, child. Perhaps if we listen, I'll be able to eliminate a few of those, quite please.
(The Princess, Polly and Ben share exasperated looks, but remain quiet and listen along with the Doctor.)
WILLIAMS: (Through speaker, faint) …Snowcap. Come in…Snowcap. We're now….San Francisco…new subject…where you are?
BARCLAY: (Into microphone) Snowcap to Zeus 4. You are very faint. Put up your power output, please.
WILLIAMS: It…
BARCLAY: Reading you at strength 3. Come in, please.
WILLIAMS: Repeat…subject…and Venus… Repeat, new…between Mars…closer…see it?
CUTLER: What's going, is there a problem with our communications?
BARCLAY: No, sir.
CUTLER: Well, is it them?
BARCLAY: Impossible to say at this stage. But…it sounds like they've spotted something between Mars and Venus.
CUTLER: Spotted what?
BARCLAY: Check the retina scope.
(Cutler, Barclay and Dyson crowd around one of the technicians underneath the radar monitor. Meanwhile, the Doctor has taken out a note pad and pencil and is writing something down.)
BEN: (To Doctor) Well, what are you doing now?
PRINCESS: Have you worked it out, Doctor?
DOCTOR: Yes, I believe I have, my dear.
POLLY: Well, what is it?
DOCTOR: All in good time, my child.
(The Doctor stands up, tearing the piece of paper he's written on from the notebook. He then approaches the Sergeant.)
DOCTOR: (To Sergeant) Take this to your General please.
SERGEANT: Me? You crazy?
DOCTOR: Very well, then, take me to the General. I think perhaps I can help him.
SERGEANT: Oh, I don't know.
DOCTOR: Now look here, Sergeant. This is urgent. I insist.
(The Sergeant then reluctantly leads the Doctor over into the control room to where Cutler, Barclay and Dyson are gathered.)
BEN: Do you know what he's up to, Princess?
PRINCESS: Haven't a clue, I'm afraid.
SERGEANT: General, sir.
CUTLER: Yes, what is it?
SERGEANT: The old boy would like to have a word with you. Claims it's urgent.
CUTLER: Okay, bring him over. But make it fast.
DOCTOR: I think I know what you are going to see.
BARCLAY: What?
CUTLER: How can you possibly? (To Sergeant) Oh, get him back over there.
(The Doctor hands Barclay the piece of paper he's written on.)
DOCTOR: I've written down here what he will see.
(The Sergeant grabs the Doctor and starts pulling him away.)
DOCTOR: Now take your hands off me, please.
PRINCESS: (Standing up) Doctor!
POLLY: Hey, let him go!
BEN: Yeah, he's not doing nothing!
(The Sergeant drags the Doctor back into the adjoining room.)
SERGEANT: Quiet down, the lot of you!
POLLY: We will once you let the Doctor go.
(The Sergeant releases the Doctor, who stumbles forward. Luckily the Princess and Ben catch him before he can fall.)
PRINCESS: Doctor, are you all right?
DOCTOR: Yes, yes fine.
BEN: (To Sergeant) What do you think you're doing, pushing around an old–
PRINCESS: Leave it be, Ben.
DOCTOR: Yes, lad, do as the Princess says. Oh, let me sit, let me sit.
(The Princess helps the Doctor to his seat.)
PRINCESS: Are you sure you're all right?
DOCTOR: Yes, yes, do stop fussing. I'm just a little…just a little…
PRINCESS: (Quietly) You're pushing yourself too hard, Doctor.
DOCTOR: Nonsense… I just need…to catch my breath… Oh, my head.
POLLY: Are you feeling dizzy, Doctor?
DOCTOR: A little child, a little.
POLLY: (To Sergeant) Can we have some water for him, please?
SERGEANT: Well…
BEN: Come on, mate, after pushing him around it's the least you could do.
SERGEANT: Yeah, all right.
(The Sergeant takes a plastic cup from a nearby water cooler and fills it up. He then hands it to the Doctor who drinks it.)
DOCTOR: Oh, thank you, my good man, thank you. Oh, that's better. Yes, much better.
POLLY: What was on that piece of paper, Doctor?
BEN: Yeah, why didn't you just tell them what you know instead.
DOCTOR: To prove our worth, young man, that's way. Besides, you saw how they treated me just now. If I'd come out and told them they never would have believed me.
PRINCESS: So, now we wait for your prediction to come true.
DOCTOR: Exactly, my dear.
(The Princess looks concerned at the Doctor, before looking back through to the control room.)
DYSON: It's still not very clear…but it's a planet all right.
CUTLER: How could it be? Planets don't just appear.
BARCLAY: It must be on an oblique orbit.
DYSON: It's approaching quite fast. Barclay, couldn't it be–
BARCLAY: I know what you're thinking. Zeus 4 is out of orbit and a new planet has appeared. Therefore, the new planet is influencing Zeus 4. Right?
DYSON: That's about it.
BARCLAY: We must get them down.
CUTLER: An emergency splash zone?
BARCLAY: Yes.
(Barclay and Dyson return to their desks.)
BARCLAY: (Into microphone) Snowcap calling Zeus 4, come in please. Zeus 4, come in please. Do you read me?
WILLIAMS: (Through Speaker, faint) Yes…read you…
BARCLAY: You are strength 2 only. Come in, please. Speak up.
WILLIAMS: Fuel cells…power loss.
BARCLAY: Power loss? How much?
WILLIAMS: Main tanks…twenty percent.
BARCLAY: We are going to bring you down.
WILLIAMS: Roger…coordinates...
CUTLER: What's he saying?
BARCLAY: They need new coordinates to make sure they come down safely. Dyson–?
DYSON: Here you are.
(Dyson hands Barclay a piece of paper he's scribbled down on.)
BARCLAY: (Into microphone) Snowcap to Zeus 4, corrected co-ordinates are 0-0-4-8-2-0-8-2-3.
WILLIAMS: (Through speaker) Right. We're now correct. Out.
CUTLER: When and where do you predict they'll come down?
BARCLAY: Approximately 14:45 EST, around the South-East coast of America I should think.
CUTLER: Right, I'll get onto–
WILLIAMS: (Through speaker, faint) Emergency…!
BARCLAY: (Into microphone) Snowcap to Zeus 4, what is your emergency?
WILLIAMS: Spinning…control...correct manually…
BARCLAY: General, you'd better get everything set up for their arrival. Dyson, get onto Rome and find out what their current descent path is, we've got to make sure they land somewhere safe.
DYSON: Right.
(The General and Dyson start making phone calls.)
BARCLAY: (Into microphone) Snowcap to Zeus 4. Have you regained control?
SCHULTZ: (Through speaker, faint) Yes…loss is increasing…. We're….difficulty in moving…
BARCLAY: Well, you've been up there a fair time. It's probably just space fatigue.
SCHULTZ: No…different… We had…controls together… Neither…alone….
(Dyson hands Barclay another piece of paper.)
BARCLAY: We have your descent path now.
WILLIAMS: (Through speaker, faint) You'll…bring us in…can't…any longer…
BARCLAY: You must! We can't bring you in at this time. You'll overshoot.
CUTLER: What's happening to them, Barclay?
BARCLAY: I have no idea, sir, but it–
WILLIAMS: (Through speaker, faint) Emergency…lost flight path...correction, please… Urgent!
BARCLAY: (Into microphone) Will do, stand by. (Turns off microphone) It must be the planet. Its gravity is affecting the capsule.
DYSON: What shall we do about it?
BARCLAY: Well, first of all we must give Zeus 4 a new correction path. Will you do that?
DYSON: Right away.
BARCLAY: (To technician) You try and get a better fix on that so-called planet and see what it is.
TECHNICIAN: Right sir.
(Barclay then leaves his desk and enters the adjoining room.)
BARCLAY: (To Doctor) You say you know what this planet is. Well, what is it?
DOCTOR: Well, I have a theory, sir. But before I can confirm it, I shall need more information.
BARCLAY: That can be arranged.
(Barclay goes over to a monitor in the corner and turns it on. Himself, the Doctor and Princess then gather around, as the monitor shows the new planet approaching. Then Cutler enters the room.)
CUTLER: Look, Doctor Barclay, let's just get those boys down–
DOCTOR: General, General, yes, it's just as I thought. Come and have a look at these land masses.
(Cutler comes over, joining the group around the monitor, as do Ben and Polly.)
CUTLER: Land masses? I don't see any land masses.
PRINCESS: Come, General, take a proper look, please. (Pointing) See, look there.
CUTLER: All right, so there's land, that's hardly unheard of on other planets.
DOCTOR: Yes, but doesn't the shape remind you of anything?
CUTLER: Remind? No, I don't think so.
BEN: Yeah, it looks familiar somehow.
POLLY: Yeah. Hey, Ben, look, that bit looks just like Malaysia!
BEN: Oh, give over… No, hang on, isn't that…? Well, it looks like South America, but it can't be though!
BARCLAY: But there is a similarity.
(They appear to be seeing the globe spinning with the north pole at the bottom.)
CUTLER: Nonsense, how could there be?
PRINCESS: It's more than a similarity.
BARCLAY: What do you mean?
PRINCESS: Well it's identical, only the axis are reversed.
BARCLAY: Yes, there North is our South.
POLLY: What, like the planet's been turned upside down?
PRINCESS: From our perspective, I suppose that's right.
BARCLAY: This is unbelievable.
CUTLER: Ridiculous! There must be some reflection off the Earth.
BARCLAY: No, it can't be, there's nothing to reflect on.
PRINCESS: And even if there was, that wouldn't explain the inverted axis.
DOCTOR: And now, my dear Doctor Barclay, I suggest you look at that piece of paper I gave you!
BARCLAY: Paper? Oh yes.
(Barclay pulls out the piece of paper the Doctor gave to him previously. He unfolds and reads it, before looking up in astonishment.)
BARCLAY: You knew!
DOCTOR: Certainly.
CUTLER: Knew what?
BARCLAY: He has correctly written down what we have just seen, and he did it before we saw it.
CUTLER: It's a simple confidence trick, that's all.
BARCLAY: No, I know when he gave me the paper. Now you clearly know something more about the situation. Can you be more explicit?
DOCTOR: Yes, sir, I'm afraid I can. You see, millions of years ago there was a twin planet to Earth and–
CUTLER: Oh, for heaven's sake!
(Cutler storms out of the room.)
CUTLER: Get me Geneva on the radio link!
(Barclay chases after him, leaving the time travellers in the adjoining room.)
PRINCESS: Well, that didn't go entirely according to plan.
DOCTOR: No, it didn't.
PRINCESS: But at least Doctor Barclay seems willing to listen.
DOCTOR: Hmm.
(The Doctor thinks for a moment.)
POLLY: You're looking terribly worried, Doctor.
DOCTOR: Am I, my dear? Yes, I'm afraid I am rather worried.
BEN: What is it Doctor? What's up?
DOCTOR: Well you see, Ben, I know what this planet is and what it means to Earth.
BEN: And what does it mean to Earth?
DOCTOR: Well, that pretty soon we shall be having visitors.
BEN: Visitors? What, here? Well, who do you think's bringing 'em, Father Christmas on his sledge?
PRINCESS: He's serious, Ben. And please, no more Santa Claus jokes.
BEN: Sorry, Princess.
POLLY: But how can you be sure, Doctor?
DOCTOR: Well, it's simple deduction, my dear. If this planet here can support life, surely the same can be said about its twin.
POLLY: Oh, I see.
PRINCESS: But there's no telling how they might have evolved compare to humanity.
DOCTOR: Quite, and that's what has me concerned.
(Meanwhile, Cutler is on the phone in the control room.)
CUTLER: (Into phone) ISC Geneva? Put me through to the General Secretary, immediately. Yes, that's right!
PRINCESS: Sergeant, who's the General on the phone to now?
SERGEANT: You people really don't know nothing about what's going on. That's the Secretary General of International Space Command, Mister Wigner.
PRINCESS: So, he's in charge then?
SERGEANT: I suppose you could put it like that, yeah.
(The Sergeant then leaves, as another soldier takes his place watching over the time travellers.)
PRINCESS: (To Doctor) Perhaps we ought to have a word with him.
DOCTOR: Somehow, I don't see that happening, my dear.
PRINCESS: Well, I suggest we tell them all you know as soon as we can then slip away. We can't stay here.
DOCTOR: Why not?
PRINCESS: (Hushed) You know very well why.
DOCTOR: (Hissing) I tell you, I'm fine!
PRINCESS: You've been putting it off, I know you have and you're running out of time.
DOCTOR: I won't discuss this a moment more!
PRINCESS: Doctor, this is your life–
DOCTOR: Precisely, my life. Now kindly keep your nose out of it, your highness.
(The Princess is outraged but doesn't say anything more as the Doctor turns away from her.)
POLLY: (To Ben) What's wrong with them?
BEN: Arguing again, ain't they.
POLLY: Do you think they know we've noticed?
BEN: Doubt it. Wonder how long it's been brewing, whatever it is.
POLLY: Ben, I'm worried about them. And the Doctor, he…he doesn't seem at all well.
BEN: Yeah, I know what you mean. He's definitely been getting worse recently, compared to when we met him. Still, what can we do?
(Cutler, having finished his phone call, returns to the adjoining room, and strides up to the Doctor and Princess.)
CUTLER: (To Doctor) Now, suppose you tell me how you really came here.
DOCTOR: Yes, well, I'm afraid all that's going to be rather difficult.
CUTLER: Now just a minute. You all turn up out of nowhere, a routine space shot goes wrong, a new planet appears, and you tell us you know all about it. That puts you slap bang in the hot seat, right?
PRINCESS: 'The hot seat?'
DOCTOR: I think he means a spotlight, my dear. Certain of attention.
PRINCESS: Ah.
POLLY: But we've got nothing to do with it.
CUTLER: That you're going to have to prove.
PRINCESS: General, we're more than happy to share what we know with you. But once we have, you must allow us to return to our ship and–
CUTLER: You're not going anywhere!
(Cutler heads over to the wall, where there's an intercom.)
CUTLER: (Into Intercom) Sergeant?
SERGEANT: (Through intercom) Yes sir?
CUTLER: Have you searched that hut yet?
SERGEANT: No, sir, we haven't.
CUTLER: Well, why not?!
SERGEANT: Well, sir, we–
CUTLER: Look, I don't want any excuses, get out there and do it immediately!
(Cutler comes back over to join the Doctor and Princess.)
CUTLER: There. Now, perhaps we'll get to the bottom of this.
DOCTOR: I wouldn't advise trying to force your way into our ship, General.
CUTLER: And why not?
PRINCESS: Well, for one thing it's freezing out there. Your men will catch a cold.
CUTLER: Never you worry about my men, now start talking.
DOCTOR: Very well, if you're ready to listen. As I was saying previously, millions of years ago, Earth had a twin planet. But when the moon was created, it forced the twin from its orbit around the sun. And so, that twin planet drifted off into space.
PRINCESS: And now it's coming back.
DOCTOR: Precisely.
BEN: But how? You can't just drive a planet.
DOCTOR: My thoughts exactly, Ben.
PRINCESS: It would take an incredibly advanced civilisation to do so.
DOCTOR: Yes, and I'm rather afraid we shall be meeting them soon. In fact, they might already be here.
(And the Doctor is right. For at that very moment, on the surface, where the blue police box rests, dead soldiers lie. The snow is beginning to bury them, but around them stand men. Men which do not flinch while standing in a blizzard, with bare cold hands. They're dressed almost completely in silver like body suits, with tubes and metal wrapped around their limbs. Out of their chest sticks huge metal box, and beneath it hangs a large reticular device, with handles on either side. Atop their head, is something akin to a light, with tubes holding it in place and connecting to the men's ears. Their faces are blank, covered by a sheet with three black holes. One is closed, the mouth, and the two eye holes are wide open, unblinking. These men are aliens, from the twin planet of Earth. These men, are known as the Cybermen…)
