10: Redemption  Stien stood poised over the duplicator device
console. ‘Are you ready?’ he inquired.  The Doctor lay strapped
to the couch, electrodes attached to his head and neck. He
frowned. ‘You ask as though I had a choice.’  Stien left his
position at the controls and moved to the Doctor's side.
‘Everyone has a c-c-choice,’ he explained, clearly bothered by
the Doctor's question. ‘It's in the C-C-Constitution. Tw-Tw-
Twenty-Fifth Amendment... Or is it the Twenty-Sixth? Didn't you
go to school?’  ‘I must have played truant that day,’ the Doctor
replied. ‘Or maybe we didn't go to the same school. Which school
did you go to?’  Stien rubbed his brow, his face betraying the
confusion he felt in his mind. ‘I c-c-can't remember,’ he
confessed.  ‘But you remembered one of the Amendments!’ the Time
Lord persisted. ‘What was the First? I know; it's very important
you remember too!’  Stien gazed across the room, deep in
tortured thought.  ‘Think man! Search the area of your mind the
Daleks have shut off,’ the Docto