For the last couple of nights we cried ourselves to sleep. I know I shouldn't do it but I couldn't help it. All of those people that were lost, wiped out of existence, just to end the war that had cost too much.
He could still remember the faces, and it was this that made us cry. The children. All those children. It didn't matter how much we try to repent, we will never be able to be clear of our crime. I know Joy wishes he could come out more often, and Disgust wishes he didn't, but…sometimes I get the feeling that they don't even know what to do any more.
We returned to London after 12 months, but we had only meant to be gone half a day. I came out for that, not in full force, but so we could be sorry for all the trouble we had caused to Jackie and Ricky. I don't think she took it so well, and I couldn't find an excuse to make it better, so I let her be mad at us.
But after that I came off the console, we had a job to do after all. Aliens had arrived and Joy finally worked his way back to the limelight. It was another day of the job, one we had been doing for almost a thousand years. Saving a world, doing what he does best.
I didn't want to be a part of it, but the others left me no choice. Joy had the Doctor let UNIT draw him and Rose in to deal with the potential menace, and then once there, the Slitheen revealed themselves. I don't like the Slitheen, big, bad bullies. They disguise themselves in the skin of people they've killed and they take up positions of power so they can bring about an invasion. It was sad to see the Doctor so helpless, held captive by these Green skinned monsters, and Fear tried to help the Doctor take control. Only through sheer determination did we beat them, and a little help from Rose, Jackie, Ricky (or is it Mickey? I can never remember) and Harriet Jones. I felt humbled by all the people that helped us fight back, and I think the Doctor will always be grateful, no matter what happens next.