Doctor Who and the Planet of the Spiders

It was Sarah who spotted Lupton as he broke from cover
and dashed for the helicopter. ‘Hey,’ she yelled, tugging the
Doctor’s sleeve. Immediately the policeman found himself with
no one to question, as they all ran to try and head off Lupton.
The Doctor was in the lead, but as he reached out to grab the
door Lupton slammed it shut, and the helicopter became
airborne with a shattering roar. The blast of the take-off bowled
the Doctor over, and by the time he was on his feet again Lupton
was climbing steeply. Soon he was no more than a dot in the sky.
The Doctor started running towards the futuristic-looking
craft that Lupton had first stolen. Sarah was close behind him
and, as he leaped into the driving seat, she scrambled into the
passenger seat beside him. ‘You’re not going without me,
Doctor,’ she said, before he could protest.
The Doctor grinned, his face alight with the joy of the chase.
‘Suit yourself,’ he yelled, and closed the hatch over their heads.
‘Fasten your safety belt!’ The car sped away across the heath.
From her seat beside the Doctor, Sarah looked down at the
ground rushing away beneath them. She wondered how they
could go so fast and so smoothly over such rough terrain.
Suddenly she realised that the ground really was beneath them,
and was receding more and more... ‘Doctor,’ she yelled, ‘we’re
flying!’
The Doctor concentrated his attention on the wealth of
controls set into the crowded dashboard in front of him –
controls, Sarah realised, which looked far more suited to the
cockpit of a jet plane than to any car. ‘Well of course we’re
flying,’ he said reasonably. ‘How are we going to catch him if we
don’t?’
Notebook limp in his hand, the policeman stood gaping as
the silvery shape disappeared into the sky like the flying saucer it
so much resembled. He turned to demand an explanation, but
the two soldiers were already back inside the tatty old roadster,