Nicola Newton sat at her desk in the Presidential palace. The twin suns were blazing high in the sky. Outside, Nicola could hear the sounds of cheers and celebratory music. One year had passed since the Doctor, Martha and Jack had landed on Golgafrincham. Nicola had been elected President by a landslide after six months of acting as Lohan's temporary replacement whilst a democratic structure was set up with a lot of help from the Earth government.
Open in front of her on her desk was a parliamentary motion to re-name the colony. She looked at it carefully before turning to the large painting of the first President, Paul Lohan. She sat back in her chair and began to wonder. Would he want the colony re-named? Was he really as bad as his reputation suggested? Despite the desecration of the Governmental compound after the events of last year, one important thing was kept in tact – Paul Lohan's diary. She turned to the entry for the 28th of April, 2032 and began to read.
The Diary of Paul Lohan. April 28th, 3032.
The day has finally arrived, planet fall; the day we arrive on Golgafrincham. The ship's Captain informed me that when he spoke to the preliminary team they told him the area was prepared for our habitation. Words cannot describe the way I felt when I saw the landing pad as the Ascendant descended from the heavens.
Tomorrow is when it will all begin. The day we all begin to settle into our new home. I looked at the faces of all of the happy, talented people as they embarked all those days ago and I saw the look in their eyes. Each and every one spoke out and said "hope". How lovely it would be if this new world of ours would come to signify that emotion for eternity.
Nicola put the diary back on the shelf and looked at the painting once more. She smiled and placed the motion back in the envelope unsigned.
"No" she said quietly "the name is as good as any. After all, we are the useless third of the population anyway. We're the descendants who never learnt of the achievements of our ancestors. There's so much of our past we need to learn."
As the celebration parade got closer and closer to the compound, she thought of her three friends in their strange blue box. Where were they now? What will the future hold for them? As she heard a knock on the door, she got up and walked over to it. Her public was waiting.
THE END
Author's note: A big thank you to everyone who has enjoyed reading my story - especially those who reviewed the various chapters. I aim to write another Doctor Who story later in the year. Once again, thank you for reading. Dan.