There is a Luton van which has just passed through the road block, quickly the Prisoner runs behind the van and jumps into the back, settling himself down to sleep.
Suddenly the Prisoner is woken up by the sound of a siren, startled by this he jumps out of the back of the Luton van!
This is a fool hardy thing, as the Prisoner finds himself in the middle of a road, Park Lane in London.
Finally the Prisoner makes his way back to his home in Buckingham Place, Westminster, only to find Mrs Butterworth not only living in his home, but in possession of his beloved Lotus Seven!
He is given food, I'm not at all surprised he ate that whole plate of sandwiches. Not much filling, and the crust cut off, such dainty sandwiches made by Martha's own fair hand. Martha Mrs Butterworth's house maid, who looks down her nose that the raggedy man.
The Prisoner is washed, shaved, and wearing a suit of dear Arthur's clothes. Tomorrow is the Prisoner's birthday, and if he promises to come back, Mrs Butterworth will bake him a birthday cake. The Prisoner promises.
Having two calls to make, one in town, and one in the country, the Prisoner is once more behind the wheel of his Lotus Seven. He has a meeting with the Colonel and Thorpe, who are sceptical about their ex-colleagues report. However the dice are heavily loaded in the Prisoner's favour, and so his story is checked.
With the help of a Naval Commander and an RAF Group Captain, calculations are made in order to ascertain a search area for the Village, a total of 1,750 square miles, the coast of Morocco, South West of Portugal and Spain.
A Gloster Meteor jet aircraft is quickly organised, as is refuelling at RAF Gibraltar. The Group Captain himself is to pilot the aircraft, or he would have done had it not been for the Milkman! And so taking to the air, the Prisoner sets off in search of the Village!