"Yes, another victim, really. He was mad. But salvageable, had the Master not gotten his hooks into him. The woman that shot him was expelled from the village as well, Sarah Conner."

He manoeuvred Avon toward the blue box, fishing out his key and opening it up. With a foot in the door, he eased the man through.

The ship was indeed bigger inside than out, but given Avon's condition it was hardly the time to be impressed with such things. Especially with Data wired into the console as he was, staring vacantly up at the ceiling on a gourney, lost in whatever was going on in his net.

"I've got to get you to medical, come along..." he insisted as he eased him through the console room.