'Yes, of course I'm... okay okay.' He grinned. 'Where's Turlough?
'Didn't show.'
The Doctor nodded and began to set the co-ordinates for the ruin.
The volcano was surrounded with fire. Lava poured from its sides and would soon engulf the city.
Turlough stood with his brother beside Captain Lomand, watching the last of the citizens file into the transporter. 'Am I under arrest?' he asked the officer.
'Do you want to be?' said the commander.
Turlough was hopelessly confused. Was the man tying to make a fool of him? Captain Lomand smiled. 'Things have changed on Trion since the days of the Imperial Clans. We no longer persecute our political opponents.
You are welcome to return...' He looked across to where the blue time-machine was reforming beside the ruin. 'Or not, as you please.'
'Embarkation complete, sir,' shouted one of the crew.
Lomand glanced at the Fire Mountain. 'Time we were gone.'
Turlough looked towards the Doctor who had just opened the door of the old police box. 'Please, Turlough!'
pleaded his new-found brother.
'Malkon, you board,' said Turlough. 'Go on!' he shouted and ran to the TARDIS.
'Do you need someone to put in a good word for you?'
asked the Doctor, kindly.
The young Trion shook his head. 'My exile has been rescinded.'
'I'm pleased for you.'
Across the open space, Captain Lomand stood patiently beside the ship's ramp.
'I shall miss you,' said the Doctor.
'I don't want to go,' said his friend. 'I've learned so much. But there's Malkon... And I've got to return some day.'
The Doctor nodded. 'Better go back while you're a bit of a hero.'
Turlough smiled at Peri who had appeared in the doorway behind the Doctor. The cheery American would make an admirable companion. 'Look after him. He gets in the most terrible trouble.'
Turlough grasped the Doctor's hand. 'Thanks for everything.' He turned and walked smartly across to the waiting transporter. He paused for a moment, and looked back. Then, without a wave, he strode up the ramp and was gone.