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The Doctor had stabbed at the door control in passing.
By the time Fisk and Costa realised what had happened,
the door was closing in their faces. Fisk hit the door
control, waited for the door to reopen, and dashed off in
pursuit of the fugitives.
The Doctor and Romana sprinted down the corridors
and ducked into the VIP lounge. The Doctor ran to the
CET machine and switched it on. ‘Quick, Romana, find me
Eden.’
While Romana switched the selector, the Doctor ran to
the door and locked it, then came back to the machine.
‘Quickly, Romana.’
‘All right, Doctor, I’ve got it.’ The landscape of Eden
sprang into life on the wall. The same dense green jungle,
the same eerie cries, the same glowing, orange sky.
There came a sudden hammering on the door and they
heard Fisk yelling, ‘Open this door. Open up, or we’ll blast
the lock!’
Romana turned to the Doctor. ‘Well, what do we do
now?’
‘It’s time to test that theory of mine. Come on!’
Romana held back. ‘No, Doctor, we can’t. It’s too
unstable.’
The crackle of a blaster came from the corridor and the
door-lock began to smoke.
‘Come on, Romana. We’ve got to do it!’
‘We could get torn apart!’
‘We’ll have to risk it,’ yelled the Doctor. Grabbing
Romana’s hand, he dragged her into the projection. The
jungle of Eden swallowed them up.
8
Man-eater
The Doctor and Romana plunged headlong into the jungle.
By the time they stopped for breath, they were surrounded
by dense foliage. Broad-leaved plants and long, trailing
vines struggled for space between mighty trees, whose
leaves formed an oppressive canopy overhead. Between the
tree-tops, there was an occasional glimpse of Eden’s lurid,
orange sky. The ground underfoot was damp and soggy,
the air warm and humid, filled with the cries of night-birds
and shrill chirping of insects. Somewhere not far away,
something heavy was crashing through the bushes.
The Doctor looked down at Romana, mopping his brow.
‘Well, what do you think of Eden?’
‘Not much! ’
‘Neither do I. But we might find a few answers here, all
the same.’
Romana looked around. ‘Which way shall we go?’
The Doctor pointed at random. ‘Let’s go east.’
‘How do you know that way’s east?’
‘I don’t. So, let’s go that way and call it east.’
‘Why not call it north?’
‘All right, we’ll call it north.’
‘Tell you what, we’ll compromise,’ said Romana. ‘Call it
northeast.’
A savage growl came from somewhere too close for
comfort.
‘Listen,’ said the Doctor. ‘Whatever direction we call it,
can we please stop talking and get moving?’
They set off through the jungle.
A shaggy green-eyed form watched them from behind a
nearby tree, its lips drawn back in a savage snarl.
It was hard-going through the jungle. There was only
the faintest of tracks, and they were constantly thrusting
plants and bushes aside.
The Doctor led the way, doing his best to clear a path
for Romana. After a while they came to a tiny clearing and
paused to rest.
Romana leaned wearily against an enormous tree-trunk.
‘Doctor, how did you know we could get into the
projection?’
‘Same way I know I can get into the TARDIS. Our
friend Tryst doesn’t realise what he’s stumbled on with
that ramshackle machine of his – at least, I don’t think he
does.’
‘What has he stumbled on?’
‘He’s managed to create a limited relative dimensional
field.’ The Doctor swept his arm round in a circle. ‘All this
is recorded on laser crystal. When it’s played back, it’s
restructured on an intra-dimensional matrix – roughly
speaking, that is.’
Romana said thoughtfully, ‘And without a dimensional
osmosis damper, everything got mixed up together after
the accident, and we can just walk straight into the
projection.’
‘That’s right.’
‘So presumably anything else can just walk straight out.’
The Doctor nodded. ‘And we both saw one of the things
that walked out, back on the ship. We’d better keep
moving.’
As they set off again, something crashed by in the
distance. Romana shivered. ‘We wouldn’t even be here if it
wasn’t for those idiotic customs men.’
The Doctor was struggling to thrust aside a particularly
stubborn plant. ‘Idiots! They’re worse than idiots, they’re
bureaucrats. All they do is tangle people up in red tape,
wrap them round and round until they can’t move.’
Suddenly the Doctor gave a yell of alarm. ‘Romana!’
‘What’s the matter?’
‘I can’t move!’
Romana forced her way to the Doctor’s side, tentacle-
like vines coiling around her body. ‘Neither can I!’ She
began struggling wildly.
‘No, don’t wriggle,’ yelled the Doctor. ‘Keep as still as
you can. The more you struggle, the more it’ll think it’s
dinner time.’
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