Lisa didn't want to leave her car at the junkyard so she left the TARDIS, crawled back through the hole (collecting her saw along the way) and drove back to Willow City, meeting us in Mr. Garcia's driveway, where we had landed the TARDIS behind Mr. Garcia's red Ford Escort. "I think I should talk to Mr. Garcia alone," I said, once Lisa was back with us. "Can you ladies keep yourselves occupied while I handle this? I think I was mistaken for him and I need to find out why." I flashed my bankroll. "I also owe him three hundred and twenty dollars."

"I wouldn't pay it," declared Lisa. "You didn't ask him to tow your box!" Nyssa and Tegan giggled. "Okay, whatever you call it."

"TARDIS," explained Nyssa. "Time and Relative Dimensions in Space."

"We were trespassing," I explained. "I don't know how long I'll be but you'll all be safe here and I'll be fine too. Oh, but keep the scanner on. Those guys might come back to get Mr. Garcia... or me."

Mr. Garcia was surprised when I offered him $320 but he took it. I asked if I could come in and sit down and he hesitated but allowed me in and sat me down on a blue settee in his surprisingly chic living room. He read my mind. "My wife, God rest her soul. She made this house a home." He eased himself into a blue and white easy chair.

"I'm sorry. How long…?"

"Six years now. Six years this fall." Mr. Garcia was silent for a moment. "What do you want with me, Doctor? You're not here for condolences."

"No, indeed. Mr. Garcia, I was kidnapped the other day, drugged and kidnapped, from your meadow."

"Well, boy, if you intend to sue me, you may want to think twice about that. You were trespassing."

"No, no," I hastened to reassure him, "nothing like that. It's just that I think they took me by mistake. I think they meant to take you."

"That's ridiculous," snorted Mr. Garcia.

"No, it isn't. Look at me, Mr. Garcia. To someone who hasn't met either of us, someone perhaps working from a photograph, maybe even an old photograph, we do look rather alike. Don't you see it?"

Mr. Garcia looked at me, really looked at me, for the first time. "Hmm," he said. "I can see that. Maybe."

"Mr. Garcia," I said, "Why would anyone want to abduct you? Can you think of a reason, however far-fetched?" He was silent again. "Mr. Garcia, these people meant to kill me. Except it was you they meant to kill. I believe you are in grave danger but I can't help you unless I know why they want to kill you."

"I didn't ask for your help!" shouted Mr. Garcia, rising from the easy chair and coming at me. I forced myself not to raise my arms defensively and instead sat still, meeting his glare with feigned calm. His fist was inches from my face but he froze, then dropped his arm to his side, turned away from me and left the room. I wasn't sure what to do so I sat on the settee and did nothing. He returned almost immediately with what turned out to be a scrapbook, and thrust it at me. I opened it. There were newspaper clippings dated as recently as January 1982 and as long ago as September 1980. (According to the TARDIS, we had landed in Mr. Garcia's meadow in May 1983.) I read from back to front. Mr. Garcia sat back down in his easy chair and didn't look at me the whole time I was reading. When I was done I closed the scrapbook and he looked up at me. "I am going to testify," he said, "come hell or high water. I am sorry you got caught up in this but I will not be intimidated. I saw what I saw. Molly would expect me to do the right thing and by God I am gonna do the right thing."

"Good man," I said. "But you can't testify if you let yourself get killed."

"There's some stuff not in there yet. They just set the court date last week. August first."

"Have you received threats?"

"Yeah, as soon as I was named as a witness. Not recently."

I sighed. "I guess what happened to me was beyond a threat. I am sorry to say this, but they will try again. You know that."

"Yes," he sighed too. "I reckon I do."

"Is there somewhere you can stay until the trial, somewhere you're not likely to be found?"

He shook his head. "I got a daughter but everybody knows that. No way I'm gonna put her in danger. Protective custody means putting me in a cell. Me! While he walks around free as a bird."

"That doesn't sound fair," I said, trying hard to think of a way to protect this man without taking him for a ride through time and space… or trapping my friends, not to mention my restless self, in Texas for three months plus however long the trial took. Nothing was coming to me. "All right," I said at last. "I think you need to stay indoors. The litter may pile up but that's what those guys counted on, your being out there and seeing something in the tall grass and going for it. That's how they got me. For me it was curiosity but it worked all the same. I bet they never counted on my actually picking the thing up and giving it a sniff! I made their job easier."

"Yeah, they woulda got me the same way. Easier than breaking in. They know where I'll be. Lordy, I hate to let that go but I guess it's not worth dyin' for." He shrugged. "They'll just have to come in and get me then."

"Maybe not." I was still thinking.

"Well if they can rob a damn bank they can bust into a man's house!"

"Yes, they can…." Suddenly a half-thought came to me. "This was a bank in Timberwood Park, right?"

"Yeah."

"I don't know where that is. How far is that from here? Is that the nearest bank?"

"It's about 50 miles. Something like that. No, it's not the closest to here but my daughter lives out there. I have an account locally but when I was staying with her, she got sick for a time, I used the branch out there. I don't anymore. I wouldn't anyway. I don't have to tell you why."

"No, I get it." Then I had a second half-thought, unrelated to the other one. "Hey, wait here, okay?" Of course that was a stupid thing to say: the man lived there. "I'll be right back!"

I hastened back to the TARDIS, where I found my friends, old and new, in the tea room, enjoying some jammy dodgers and sipping some Earl Gray. I grabbed a dodger right off of Tegan's saucer. She pulled a face and stood to pour me some tea, but I stopped her with a raised hand and without sitting, addressed Lisa: "How would you like some company in Mason?"

"You will always be welcome, Doctor!"

"I will certainly visit too, but I didn't mean me." I explained and Lisa frowned, then brightened.

"Sure! Why not?"

"Well," I said, "because he's a grumpy young man under a lot of stress, apart from the PTSD, and his presence, as careful as we may be, could put you and your family in danger. In fact, do you want to consult them first?"

Lisa shook her head. "I think the less they know, the better. I sure won't be telling them about the TARDIS and your being… are you really an alien?" I nodded. "Wow. Okay, anyway, yes."

"Okay, hold onto your teacups. This may be bumpy. These short hops are tricky." I returned to the console room and made some careful calculations. Then I remade them. "Come on old girl," I muttered, and the TARDIS' time rotor began to rise and fall, only to stop moving almost immediately. I glanced at the open scanner, realizing with some annoyance that, as everyone had left the console room, the scanner had remained unmonitored, and for all we knew, we were ourselves being monitored. I was further annoyed that my calculations had been imperfect and we were facing away from the house. I'd been trying for the back door, and no doubt had backed up to it – not helpful. Time for plan B.