NYSSA: What's the matter?

TEGAN: It's only sunk in properly, what happened to me on Deva Loka.

NYSSA: What? The Doctor said nothing eventful had occurred.

TEGAN: He would. But while you were enjoying forty eight hours peaceful sleep in the delta wave augmenter, my mind was occupied. Taken over.

NYSSA: By whom?

TEGAN: More a what. Something called a Mara. It makes me shiver to think of it.

(Mace embraces the horse harnessed to the cart.)

MACE: Ah, the object of my desire.

DOCTOR: Hello!

MACE: Shush! Shush, shush, sir! Thievery is a matter of stealth, not hearty greetings.

DOCTOR: We're here to see the miller.

MACE: You are without pity, sir. Ah!

(Mace goes over to a donkey.)