Amy, Rory, The Doctor, and Jackson were flying over the destroyed Virginia countryside when Amy had a realization. "Um, excuse me, Jackson is it? Why are we flying if we can use teleports?"

"Oh, well the long range teleports are down and the short-range teleport is just for cargo." An uncomfortable silence filled the room.

"That's a lovely accent," said Amy, trying to make a conversation, "Welsh?"

"My mother was. My father was a Canadian. When Angel took over, my father wanted us to move down to the Texas Republic with him. My mother refused to go so he went alone," said Jackson.

"Your mother sounds like a strong lady. Is she..." Amy hesitated to ask, "still alive?"

"I don't know. We went into hiding when the Deportation and Imprisonment Acts were passed. I got lucky. She didn't. She might have been deported or she might have not been. There's no way for me to know," said Jackson.

"Oh, sorry," said Amy

Jackson looked her right in the eye, "Don't be. It was a long time ago and it's not something I'm keeping private."

Rory leaned over and said to The Doctor, "So how did all this happen, anyway?"

"All of what?" asked The Doctor.

"You know, the North American Empire, the Texas Republic, dictators, and stuff" said Rory, "What happened?"

"The same thing that always happens," said The Doctor. His eyes stared at nothing in particular, remembering how many times this had happened just on Earth. Greece, Rome, France, England, Spain, Germany, Russia...

"Disagreement, anger, war, chaos, and then one man who promises to make it all go away for just a small price," The Doctor smiled, thinking how the same mistake could be made so many times, "Freedom."

The silence that followed could have lasted the rest of the ride. Captain Rex ended it with his entrance.

"Well, we won't be in Topeka for a couple hours. You should all probably get some sleep," he said.

Both Amy and Rory were confused by this.

"Topeka?" questioned Amy.

"A couple hours?" Rory exclaimed.

Captain Rex laughed in a deep rumble that filled the room. "I keep forgetting that you three are foreigners! Topeka, Kansas is the Capital of the New American Republic. That, however, is not known to the Angelists and we would like to keep it that way. We're flying towards Canada right now. In about an hour, we'll meet up with a convoy of decoy planes. After a half hour, we go dark. And then it's a five hour flight to Topeka."

Amy whispered to The Doctor, "I feel like they'd have invented faster planes by now."

"They did, but only the Angelists have access to them. The rebels raided museums to get weapons. This, I believe is the 2050 Air Force 1. They were using guns and planes that were decades old and yet they still managed to win," The Doctor said.

"Well, the girls will be in the far room and the boys will sleep out here," said Captain Rex.

"Well, I don't know about you boys, but I'm bushed! I'm off to bed," said Amy, getting up to walk towards her bedroom for the night.

"I'm pretty tired too. I think I'll call it a night," said Jackson, walking in Amy's direction.

"Wait a second, where do you think you're going?" said Rory, staring at Jackson. "I thought that room was only for women."

There was an awkward silence that should have lasted a while longer after that. It did not because Jackson lunged at Rory to give him the beating of a lifetime. Rory was knocked onto his back and Jackson would have given him several more punches had Captain Rex not interfered.

"Jackson! Stand down!" said Captain Rex, trying to hold her back. "Andrea! Lieutenant Andrea Jackson! If you do not stand down right now, I will discharge you!"

The bandana around her jaw fell off, revealing several more scars around her mouth and a strange metal plait that seemed to replace part of her throat. She stopped struggling against Rex's iron grip and he let her go. As soon as he did, she grabbed her bandana, put it around her face and evaporated into the air.

"Where'd he go?" said a still stunned Rory.

"She is just going to blow off some steam," Captain Rex said, "she'll be fine."

Rory sat there looking confused for another minute before he realized what had happened. "Wait...he's a...she's a...oh..."

Rex could not hold in his laughter any longer. First he let out a small giggle, then a slightly louder chuckle, and then he burst out in a loud tearful laugh which Amy and The Doctor joined in on. Rory just sat there, still stunned at the events that had just unfolded.

"Well, I think you all better get to bed," said Rex, only just recovering from his fit of laughing. "Tomorrow, we've got a dictator to convict."

"Wake up, you!" said The Doctor. It was the middle of the night. The Doctor had tried to sleep but he could not. Visions of hells created by men such as the one he was now looking at had haunted his thoughts. He walked right past the resting guard and looked at John Angel sleeping behind the bars of his cage. The Doctor gave him a malevolent look. "5 million," he said.

"What?" replied John.

"5 million," repeated The Doctor.

"I heard you, but 5 million what?" said the groggy former dictator.

"5 million lives lost outside of battle because of you," The Doctor said, continuing to glare at John with an unmatched disgust.

John sighed and thought that a cigarette would be nice right about now. "Can we not do this so early in the morning? I'm going to be prosecuted by the new government today and I'd rather not be confronted by everyone who has made it their own personal vendetta to make me feel as much guilt as possible. I realize what I've done and I don't need self-proclaimed heroes like you strutting around acting like they're better than me." John paused to see how astonished he had made his aggressor. To his own astonishment, the Doctor had held his gaze, unwaveringly. "You're like me," John said after studying The Doctor for a while.

"No, I'm really not," replied The Doctor.

John continued to study The Doctor when he said, "Yes, you are. I can see it in your eyes. You're the kind of man who will be ready to make the hard decisions when they come, for the greater good."

"I already have," said The Doctor. His hands were shaking. This dictator, who slaughtered millions, was comparing The Doctor and himself. The Doctor did not like to think what similarities there might be. "I made those decisions for the best of everyone, not just my own wants," said The Doctor, "I know your kind and we are not the same." The Doctor paused for a while, reflecting on how few men there were like the one in front of him, and yet too many still. "You're the tragic hero. You started out only wanting to help but no one would listen to what you had to say. So, you began getting rid of those who tried to stop you. After all, it was for the greater good. Within a year or two, you had done all that you planned to do and now you had the choice to step down and let it go. But just like every other man like you, once you had a taste of power, you couldn't get enough."

"Shut up!" said John.

"I'm not finished yet!" The Doctor said, righteous anger flowing through him. "You began to find more and more people were threats to your power. And soon, the line between enemy and friend blurred and that was when the insanity stepped in."

"I'm finished listening to this. I-" John was cut off by The Doctor.

"But I'm not finished talking!" said The Doctor, boiling over with an odd joy at belittling this tyrant.

"Yes you are! Do you want to know what the real difference between you and me is?" said John, in a rush of anger.

"What?" said The Doctor.

John suddenly looked uncertain. Whatever he had been going to say, he realized would reveal far too much to this man. John would not risk all of his work just to win an argument. "I'm the one in the cage, but you're the one who is trapped."

John's words rang through The Doctor's ears. That was all he really was; a madman trapped inside a blue box. But that wasn't what John meant. In fact, John didn't know what he meant by it. He had only said it because he thought it would end the conversation.

As The Doctor left, John said, "And Doctor," The Doctor paused to listen to John, "I was never in it for myself."

Once The Doctor was gone, Andrea Jackson materialized in the corner of the room. She held a picture of her mother in her left hand, a gun in her right.