Long before her sixth regeneration, Candace (the original incarnation of Neas) had once taken an earlier trip into the macabre universe known as "The Twilight Zone." Along with her companion/adopted son, Alan Harris, they arrive in the desolate, iso...
Alan had only rested his eyes for a few minutes, nearly drifting off to sleep, before Susan emitted an ear-splitting scream that woke up him and probably anyone else onboard that plane. He didn't have a chance to ask her what was wrong when she grabbed his hand and yanked him out of his seat, leading him out the same way they came in – through the lavatory door.
They made it back into the endless office corridor, reuniting with Candace, the Doctor, Ian, and Barbara.
"Oh, Grandfather, it was horrible!" Susan clung to the Doctor.
"What happened in there?" Ian asked Alan, gesturing to the door he and Susan just stepped out of.
Alan shrugged. "Ya got me. One second, we were chill. And then the next..."
"I think we've seen enough terrifying things through these doors," Barbara declared. "Is there any way out of this place?"
"That man – Rod," Candace said. "He gave us the answer."
"He did?" the flabbergasted Alan uttered. "All I heard was a bunch of crazy from that dude."
"But he did give us the answer," Candace reiterated. "The key is our imagination."
"Our imagination?" Barbara grimaced.
"Think about it," Candace suggested. "Rod said how this place lies between the pit of man's fears and the summit of his knowledge. And what's the one thing that connects those two together?"
"Imagination," the Doctor answered. "Yes, yes! Brilliant deduction, my dear!"
Alan scratched his head. "I still don't get it. We're just gonna imagine our way outta here?"
"That's exactly what we're gonna do, hon," Candace told him.
After giving him a kiss on his forehead, she proceeded to face one of the white doors. Prior to opening it, she closed her eyes and took a deep breath, imagining what she wanted to see on the other side: her destination.
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A white light flooded the corridor on their way through the opened door.
Once it dispersed, the travelers discovered themselves back in the study room of the Fremonts' luxurious mansion. There was commotion in the adjacent room, which they knew to be the living room, as if a television program was on. They figured the Fremonts were gathered there.
"What's the plan?" Alan asked. "How do we handle that lil' dude this time?"
"Leave it to me," Candace said. "I know what needs to be done."
Alan detected a somberness to her tone that insinuated something severe. Even Barbara sensed it, and it made her uneasy most out of them all. Could Candace have finally reached a boiling point after being sent to that dimensional plane?
