Tegan sat on her bed in her room located with the TARDIS and prepared to write in her diary which was perched upright in her lap. She had been muddling through recent events that have, in effect, left her confused.

 She had told the Doctor and Turlough after they left Wrack's ship that she wanted "to be left alone" while she continued to think about the Mariner. It wasn't that he had though her interesting, but the fact it was quite possibly a chance to actually move into a relationship that seemed quite real. Yet as the possibly became clearer, it was soon found out to be fake. The Mariner wanted her for her mind which was "intriguing" and this couldn't do for Tegan.

 She had no idea that this could spark a twinge of angst. She was always a person who took her job seriously. Her dream of being an airline hostess would have been realized if she hadn't found the police box that was later to revealed as the Doctor's TARDIS. And for some reason, there was something about the Doctor that made her realize that she had feelings for the Doctor.

 She finally pieced things together and started to write in her diary.

 I really shouldn't be saying this, but after the many adventures I've gone through with the Doctor, I think there may be an interest that I have with him. This may seem strange at first, due to the fact that I'm probably going through the same one-sided emotion that the Mariner, but there may actually be feelings that I have toward the Doctor.

 He could be the perfect person for me. He's intriguiging like me. Intellectual and smart like me as well. That and the fact that he's really good-looking (I won't that emabarassing remark slip). Better looking than he was when I first met him. The blond hair, the fair face and complexion, and just his overall dispososistion suits him (and me) well.

 Wait a minute! Why did I just write that down? I can't be serious. He's the one that I told straight to his face that "a watch keeps better time" than him. On top of that, what if the feeling isn't mutual? I'm sure that's the case. What then? Disappointment? Sadness? Maybe I shouldn't get my hopes up.

 [End excerpt]

 "Tegan," the Doctor's voice came from the other side of the door, "it's me. Can I come in?"

 Quickly, Tegan put her diary on top of her dresser and looked in the mirror to see if a hair was out place. She adjusted her sweater and shouted, "Hold on, Doctor. I'll be there to open the door and let you in." She moved over to unlock the door and opened it to see the Doctor standing in the doorway with his cream-colored frock coat with red linining, his cricket sweater underneath, striped pants, and white shoes on.

 "Well," he said as he came in, "feeling better now."

 "Yes, everything is fine now." She gave him a quick glance.

 The Doctor batted the glance back at her and said, "I'm sure that you'll glad to know that the coordinates are set to bring us to Turlough's home planet."

 "Yes," she said as she sat down on her bed, "that's very good news."

 "And after that, it will be just us, I guess," the Doctor remarked while plopping himself next to Tegan.

 "Maybe."

 "Oh come on, Tegan. Where's your sense of adventure?"

 "It got lost somewhere on Terminus," she said somewhat jokingly.

 The Doctor looked at Tegan. "You can't be serious."

 "I was just kidding," she responded.

 "Oh, well ...er ...," the Doctor was at loss for at that brief exact moment saw how beautiful she was in her multi-colored pullover she was wearing. But it only lasted for one brief moment and the Doctor regained his awareness. "You must be really upset over the incident with Mariner," the Doctor said.

 This time Tegan was at a loss for words; she knew the Doctor's stare for that one moment, but hadn't realized it passed away so quickly. Somehow she wanted to attain again and possibly on a more permanent level.

 "Well, yes, I suppose so," she replied.

 "You know," he said standing up, "I got the perfect place to get your mind off of him."

 "Really, where?" Tegan asked elatedly.

 "It's on Earth. It's situated in what many people call 'God's Country.' The place is Lancanster County in Pennsylvania Dutch Country. Besides, I'm in the mood to get an Amish quilt."

 The sun rose over the corn fields as Jacob Zook walked across the trail from his house over to the barn where the cows were milked. It was tedious process to be done, but his Amish heritage did not allow him to use any machinery at all. The influences of the modern world did not have any effect on the Amish community and their brethren. The Amish disavowed any use of 20th-century technology for any reason at all.

 Mabel, his wife, called out from the kitchen window, "Jacob, don't forget to attach the horse to the buggy so that I can go out to Yoder's to get some ingredients for tonight's supper."

 "Ja, dear," he called back.

 *It could be worse,* he thought to himself. *Our kids might still be around.*

 Mabel and Jacob were not really the norm for a typical Amish family. In the tradition of the Amish, it was custom for the son to stay with the father even after he was married. But God instead blessed the couple with four girls. Not only once did Jacob send his daughters to the husband's family with a dowry, but Jacob, one by one, was burdened to do it four times over.

 He eventually had to let go of his hired hands from nearby farms so that they would help with the upkeep of their own farmland. Now Jacob was alone to do his own work. He didn't mind at all, though; like all Amish, he was a hard worker. He worked from sunrise to sunset never once complaining about the workload (although he did complain about the horse that gave him a broken knee, but that was only temporary). He would eventually give the farm over to his younger brother who lived right next to Jacob's farmland, but that would be a long time coming for 55 year old Jacob.

 Jacob sat down on the milking stool next to Betsy, his favorite cow. If anything happened to her, he wouldn't forgive himself. He began to milk her.

 While he was milking the cow, he let his mind wander while stroking his beard with his free hand. Tomorrow was Sunday. What was he going to wear to church at Zeke's? He knew that he hadn't worn his good black pants and shirt.

 Black -- what an awful color. Unfortunately, that was the color all Amish males wore. And dull, ugly, boring brown they wore too. The women could were other colors like blue, but it really mostly subdued. That was the heritage of the Amish folk -- plain as plain can be. And to think that they've survived for this long.

 Jacob was so deep in thought that he was unaware of a figure that entered the barn from behind him. The figure slowly crept up behind him and with all its might knocked Jacob unconscious. Jacob's body slumped to the ground as the stranger dragged him to the corner.

 "Jo," the Doctor said, "I do wish you would stop holding your nose like that. You look awfully silly."

 "It smells awful here," Jo said. "How can you stand it?"

 "It takes much concentration away from that fact."

 Jo let go of her nose. "Doctor," said Jo to Doctor, "I don't see why we had to fly and then use Bessie to get all the way over here. Why couldn't have just used the TARDIS?"

 "Because," the Doctor began, "Jo, my dear, the Time Lords took away my knowledge of dematerlization when they exiled me."

 "But we were able to go to Solos and Peladon in the TARDIS."

 "The Time Lords used the TARDIS to get me those places even though it may have seemed that I was actually able to fly it."

 "Oh," said Jo in response, "so now that we're here, what do we do?"

 "Well, we meet our friend Bill Filer. Unit's American liason at the set meeting place in Lancaster City and then everything goes from there."

 "How is it that we actually know the Master _is_ here?"

 "It was reported that there were repeated sightings in the area. That's all the Brigadier told me and then he rushed us on the private UNIT plane. Luckily, we have the use good old Bessie here."

 The Doctor turned around a bend in the road where an Amish horse and buggy was moving alongside the right side of the road where the Doctor driving.

 "Doctor! Look out!" Jo shouted pointing to the horse and buggy.

 "I see! I see!" he shouted as swerved to the left of the Amish mode of transportation.

 Jo looked back to see some pretty startled Amish. "Whew!" she exclaimed. "That was a close call."

 "It sure was, Jo," the Doctor agreed.

 Turlough looked up from his book. "What are you doing, Doctor?" he asked.

 "I'm setting in coordinates for a nice restful and relaxing place on Earth for Tegan," the Doctor replied.

 "Tegan? What about going to _my_ planet first?"

 "Well, I believe we could all do with a little rest and relaxation once in a while. Don't you, Tegan?"

 "Yes, but Doc ..." started Tegan.

 "Good," noted the Doctor. "Then it's off to Lancaster County in a state called Pennsylvania in the US."

 "He's really gone off his rocker this time," muttered Turlough.

 "Well, Doctor, Jo," began Bill as he offered his hand to the Doctor, "it's a pleasure to meet you two again."

 The Doctor shook Bill's hand and sat in one of the chairs in front of Filer's desk. Jo gave Bill another handshake and sat down in the chair next to the Doctor's.

 "Yes, well, as I am aware," said the Doctor as Bill took his seat behind the desk, "it seems that the Master has been sighted in the area."

 "It's still unconfirmed," answered BIll, "but how can more than one person be wrong?"

 "I see. I wonder what the Master is doing here?"

 "That, Doctor," said Bill, "is a mystery. It may have to tie in with the local Amish people here."

 "You know, Doctor," said Jo, "the buggy we almost hit on the way here."

 "Oh, yes, I do remember that, Jo," replied the Doctor.

 "There have been a few reports of disappearences of some Amish people in the area of Paradise," interjected Filer.

 "Paradise? What an interesting name," remarked Jo.

 The Doctor stood up. "Well, then that's where we'll have to go," he said. "Come along, Jo."

 Jo followed the Doctor out.

 The wheezing, groaning sound of the TARDIS penetrated the air around the immense field of corn as it materialized. Nobody seemed to notice where the sound came nor did it seem like anybody was around. Only cows noticed and mooed their indifference at the blue box.

 The Doctor was the first to come out of the TARDIS and immediately he took a deep breath of the fresh country air. Tegan came out next and then shut her nose at the stench of the cow manure permeating the air around.

 "Oh, the smell's horrifying," said Tegan.

 "It's fresh country air," remarked the Doctor. "It's nothing when you get used to it."

 "I sympathize with Tegan," Turlough said as he exited the TARDIS. "How can you stand the smell?"

 "If you have a selective olfactory nerves like mine," said the Doctor, "one can assumedly be able to stand anything." The Doctor took a glance at his surroundings and put on his hat. "Well, it seems like we're a fair distance from any roadway junction so I think it's best that we find the proprietor. He can probably tell us where we can find a place to get a quilt."

 Tegan and Turlough started to follow the Doctor. A rustle from within the corn stalks made Tegan stop. The Doctor and Turlough noticed.

 "What's the matter, Tegan?" asked the Doctor.

 "I heard something, Doctor." she replied.

 The Doctor strained to listen to anything remotely unusual, but did not notice anything. "Sorry, Tegan," he began, "I don't hear anything. It must have been your imagination."

 "Yes, it must have." She trudged on behind them.

 Suddenly, a primitive humanoid figure dressed in black with a mottled beard jumped out in front of Tegan and snarled at her. The Doctor and Turlough turned and saw the hideous monster as well.

 "Doctor!" Tegan screamed. "Get this thing away from me!"

 TO BE CONTINUED