John Angel could hear the artillery getting closer. They were coming. Soon they would be here. He was not afraid of being hit by any of the artillery guns that were firing. He knew they wanted him alive. He just hoped he had time to finish it. And then, if there was more time, hide it. If there was not time, he would simply burn it. He sat down at his desk and continued to write.
I hope that whomever may read this shall understand what was at risk, and what I was willing to do to preserve it. I have so many regrets, too many to count. But all the same, given a second chance, I would not have changed a thing. What happens to me after this is irrelevant. The only thing that matters is that peace will be restored.
He stopped writing. Thoughts of his wife and children distracted him. He wondered if they were safe in their northern stronghold. The rebels would not kill women and children would they? No, they were better than that; better than him.
In all of John Angel's thought, he seemed to have completely ignored the noise. It grew louder and louder until finally, noticing it, he turned around to see a man who looked ridiculously out of place. A man wearing a bow tie.
He stood there, dumbfounded, for several minutes as this man stumbled out of the doorway into his study. He yelled back to someone else and a red-headed girl walked in behind him followed by another man, less ridiculous looking.
"Amy, next time I say don't touch anything, DO NOT TOUCH ANYTHING!" said the ridiculous man. He had a british accent. But that was impossible! British immigrants had all been deported. "What? We got to meet Pharaoh Sneferu!" said the red-head who was apparently called Amy. "No, we were chased by the reanimated remains of Sneferu" said the less ridiculous man. "Well it was fun, wasn't it?" replied Amy. When no one gave her a response, she said, "Doctor?"
The ridiculous man was looking right at him now. John's first thought was that they're insane. His second was that maybe he is.
"Fun? Oh, yes in a sort of old-fashioned mummy movie meets a failed attempt by aliens to control ancient Egypt way, yes." The ridiculous doctor replied, without ever taking his eyes off of John.
Finally, John Angel found the only nerve he possessed, the nerve to speak. "Excuse me, who are you and what the Hell are you doing in my study?" The other two of the trio noticed him for the first time but the ridiculous man still just glared at him.
"I'm Amy, this is Rory, and this is the Doctor. So what's your name?" said Amy. Before John had any chance to respond, the ridiculous Doctor, still glaring at him, said, "I already know his name." Amy seemed surprised. "Oh, you two already know each other?" The doctor replied, "You could say I've heard of him."
Of course they've heard of me! John thought. How stupid could they possibly be? "Well then what's his name then?" Rory asked. Before the Doctor could reply, John answered, "I am John Angel: founder and Grand Emperor of the NAE." Rory asked, "And what's the NAE?" The Doctor answered, "The North American Empire.