After she had helped him replace his brother, Sebastian Chiltern, had, in Millie's words, thrown her out. He expected her to return to America, but instead she had gone to stay with Mrs Hemming, pretending to be Constance Jane, and planning to persuade Chiltern to take her back, by blackmailing him if necessary. With this in mind, she had visited the clinic daily, without ever being allowed to see him. But the day they told her he had gone away for a while, she took hope, because, in an unguarded moment, he had told her about the family home on Dartmoor. It had not been difficult, with her knowledge of the clinic and its schedule, for her to help Nathaniel Chiltern to escape at this point in the story, everyone in the room looked at Chiltern, who, gazing out the window past Fitz, clearly had no idea he had escaped anywhere and bring him with her.

Millie was vague about why she had bothered to bring Chiltern along and perhaps only Sabbath was both sophisticated and cynical enough to guess that she had hoped to transfer her frustrated and desperate attachment from Sebastian to his more pliable brother. If that were the case, Sabbath observed to himself, she had undoubtedly failed: Nathaniel Chiltern hardly had the concentration to walk, much less perform as a lover. Sabbath's eyes flicked to the Doctor: possibly he had guessed too. It was hard to gauge his understanding of these matters, but he had seen a great deal of human behaviour and appeared to have been shocked by none of it.

The Doctor, as usual, was unreadable, listening to Millie's account with his head down, only occasionally raising it to glance at Chiltern. Millie herself was defiant and studiedly unashamed sitting next to her, Anji suspected that, for all her aggression and unchecked libido, Miss Jane's alternate self had got in over her head.

'This all started with you,' Millie was saying to the Doctor in her queer, unstable voice. 'You were the one at the seance who... who...'

'Who what?' said the Doctor mildly, his pale eyes fixed on hers. Sabbath watched him closely. 'What did I do?'

'You were... you were just there!' she said sulkily. 'And it all started to happen.'

'Really?' said the Doctor curiously. 'Is that how it was? That's quite intriguing. Inexplicable, of course, but definitely intriguing. You were in a trance, you know, when we first met. Perhaps you saw me more clearly that way. Do you think so? How do you perceive things when you're in a trance? You're very relaxed, then, aren't you not sleepy, just relaxed, and very calm. Nothing can harm you. You're floating in a warm, safe place, and nothing can harm you, and no questions can alarm you '

Anji, who had been looking at the Doctor over Millie's shoulder, suddenly blinked and turned away.

' because you're absolutely safe. Absolutely without fear. Absolutely relaxed.'

Anji almost fell off the bed as Millie slumped against her. 'Doctor!'

The Doctor was on his feet and had Millie's hand. She straightened. Her eyelids fluttered and closed. The Doctor touched the centre of her forehead gently. 'It's all right,' he said softly. Without taking his eyes from her face, he addressed the rest of the room: 'If you'd give us some privacy...'

Anji and Fitz led Chiltern out. Sabbath didn't move.

'That was quite impressive. Did you learn the technique, or did you already possess it?'

'I believe it's intrinsic. I don't know of course.' The Doctor pulled the chair up to the bed and sat down. 'I gather you want to stay.'

'If you please,' said Sabbath drily.

The Doctor shrugged. 'Just don't interrupt.' He leaned forward and took the hypnotised woman's hands. 'Millie, it's the Doctor. I have a question. Please try very hard to remember. Will you do that?'

'Yes,' she said, eyes still shut.

'Did Dr Chiltern either of them ever mention another another home? Some house or flat or place he might have gone to other than the one on Dartmoor?' She shook her head. The Doctor's voice took on a faintly desperate edge. 'Are you sure?' She nodded. The Doctor briefly bit his lip. 'All right, thank you. May I speak to Miss Jane?' Millie frowned. 'Only for a moment. Please.' home? Some house or flat or place he might have gone to other than the one on Dartmoor?' She shook her head. The Doctor's voice took on a faintly desperate edge. 'Are you sure?' She nodded. The Doctor briefly bit his lip. 'All right, thank you. May I speak to Miss Jane?' Millie frowned. 'Only for a moment. Please.'

The features of the woman on the bed shifted subtly, as if they were a malleable mask refitting to a different underlying face. 'I'm here,' said Constance Jane's low voice.

'Yes, Miss Jane, it's the Doctor. I have a question. Do you know of any other home the Drs Chiltern might have had other than in London or on Dartmoor?'

'No.'

The Doctor's mouth tightened in disappointment. He looked up at Sabbath.

'We haven't heard from Mayview at the clinic,' Sabbath said.

'No,' said the Doctor. 'And I have yet to hypnotise Chiltern.' But he didn't look hopeful. Sabbath came over and examined Miss Jane's face.

'She looks like a different woman.'

'She is a different woman.'

'Which is the fundamental personality?'

'Millie stores the memories for the other two and is aware of their actions, while they know nothing of her.'

'And Chiltern?'

'That's more complicated. When Sebastian Chiltern used the machine on himself, he fractured into multiple personalities, like Miss Jane here, but each had its own physical being. And because each personality, however minimal, is different and autonomous, they all experience reality separately. Octave was one personality parcelled out in several bodies, and when one Octave died, they all died. That's obviously not the case here.'

'Sebastian appears to have been dominant.'

'Yes. And now he's dead. I don't know what that means for the others.'

'And how many were there?'

'There should have been eight altogether, but we've only seen three, one of them apparently deformed.'

'Could it have absorbed the others?'

'Possible.' The Doctor nodded, tapping his lip with a finger. 'Distinctly possible. Or they could be somewhere else, providing another haven for him.'

'Hadn't you better hypnotise Chiltern?'

'In a minute.' The Doctor took Miss Jane's hands. 'I want to speak again to Millie, please.' Miss Jane looked distressed, but the expression was almost instantly wiped away by the re-emergence of her other self. 'Thank you. Millie, sometimes you see the future don't you?'

'Yes.'

'Do you see it now?'

Her face twisted. The Doctor held on to her hands.

'What do you see now?'

'I...'

'What do you see?'

Her head rolled. 'No! I...'

'What is it!'

'Nooooo!'

Millie jerked out of the trance. She snatched her hands away, glaring at the Doctor. He slumped back in disappointment.

'What did you see?' said Sabbath impatiently.

'I don't remember,' she said angrily. 'It felt... You frightened me!' she yelled at the Doctor.

'I'm sorry,' he said tiredly.

'It's all your fault anyway.'

'Yes.' Interest sparked in the Doctor's eyes. 'You said that before. What did you mean exactly?' She glanced warily at Sabbath. 'You may speak as freely in front of my colleague Dr Watson as with myself.'

'I thought his name was Sabbath.'

'Quit playing, Doctor,' said Sabbath warningly.

'Never mind us,' the Doctor told Millie. 'The seance why was that night different from all other nights?'

'It was you,' she said sullenly.

'What about me?'

'I saw the future. That hadn't happened before. And you were the future. And you were the past. You made me fall.'

'Fall?'

'Before I could come and go, just for a little while. I fell towards you, like falling off a cliff. I was... heavier after that. More real.'

'You fell into being.'

'I suppose.'

'What does that mean to you?'

Tears appeared on her face. She turned quickly away. 'I don't like it out here.' she muttered sulkily. 'It's hard. It was fun just slipping out now and then to play tricks.'

'Leaving Miss Jane to handle the consequences,' said the Doctor.

She nodded without embarrassment.

'Then why not simply return... "inside" and stay?' said Sabbath.

She turned on him furiously. 'Because the bitch wants to kill herself! Which takes me with her!' She burst into tears. 'I don't want to die!'

Sabbath raised an eyebrow at the Doctor, who nodded glumly.

'And what do you expect the Doctor to do?' Sabbath asked curiously.

'I don't know!' she sobbed into her handkerchief. 'But it's his fault.' don't know!' she sobbed into her handkerchief. 'But it's his fault.'

'You're just a child,' said the Doctor gently.

Her head snapped up. 'I am not!' she sniffled. 'Ask Sebastian.'

'There are many things I'd like to ask Sebastian,' said the Doctor. 'Unfortunately, he's not here.'

'Oh! That's right!' She began sobbing again. 'She liked him too!' liked him too!'

'Miss Jane?'

'At least, she liked Nathaniel. And they're the same.'

'Not exactly,' said the Doctor drily. 'As you may have discovered.'

Her response was to sob more loudly. Sabbath shifted irritably. The Doctor raised a hand for patience and leaned towards Millie again. 'Why don't you go inside now, and let me talk to Miss Jane? I'll see what I can do.'

'About what?' said Miss Jane's low voice. Both men started. She looked at her handkerchief in bewilderment, felt her face. 'Why am I crying?' She saw Sabbath and shrank back in alarm. 'Who are you? Oh,' she grabbed the Doctor's hand, panicked, 'where am I?'

'In an inn on the edge of Dartmoor,' he said soothingly. 'It's all right.'

'Has she Did she ?'

'No,' said the Doctor. 'There's been some excitement, I'll tell you about it, but she hasn't done any harm.'

'What day is it?'

'July 31st.'

'Oh dear God.' She pressed the handkerchief to her mouth.

The Doctor glanced up at Sabbath, and he nodded in understanding and withdrew. Once the door was shut, the Doctor said nothing, only continued to hold Miss Jane's hand. She didn't cry, but sat for several minutes with her eyes shut. Finally she looked up. 'I'm all right.'

'Are you?' he said. 'Or do you still want to die?'

She blushed in shame. 'Did she she tell you that?' tell you that?'

'It was why she came out and stayed out. She's afraid.'

Her eyes dropped.

'Listen.' The Doctor held her hand more tightly. 'We are in the middle of something very important and very dangerous. Much of what's happened to you lately is the result of this crisis. When it's resolved, things will be different for you. Please wait and see.' She didn't look at him. He shook her hand gently. 'Please.'

'All right,' she said. But she still didn't look up.

The Doctor recruited Anji and Fitz to explain to Constance Jane what had been happening. After checking to see whether a telegram had arrived from Chiltern's clinic and finding none had, he took Sabbath to Chiltern's room. This too contained a single chair, an armchair in faded chintz, in which Chiltern was sitting as they came in, staring at nothing in particular. The room was in the second storey, up under the eaves, and Sabbath would have had to stoop slightly if he hadn't sat on the bed. The small window didn't let in much light, and Chiltern's face was haggard in the dimness. The Doctor stood with his hands in his pockets, rocking slightly on his heels, regarding him with sympathy. 'I don't have much hope for this,' he said to Sabbath. 'I've hypnotised him before. Under the false memories he created to give himself a past, there's not much genuine memory in there.'

'Is there much of anything?'

'Well, yes.' The Doctor was tapping his lip again. 'That's what's so interesting. He'd created a surprisingly strong character around that fragment of personality. A very decent, intelligent, compassionate man. Admirable, really. What I think and I have no proof at all is that what might commonly be called Sebastian's "virtues" fractured off to form Nathaniel.'

'So he's without faults?' said Sabbath cynically.

'I wouldn't go that far. But the centre of the self or the foundation if you prefer that analogy is "good", and the weaker character elements are pushed to the edges. This depleted creature you see isn't him. I think it's a form of temporary psychological shock and that he'll come out of it when he's ready.'