5th of March, 2005

London, The United Kingdom, Earth

I went into the Queen's Arcade with my husband Andrew. He was a construction worker who had recently been promoted to Site Manager. We wanted to celebrate the promotion by going shopping at the mall. Something caught my eye when we passed the Harrods there: a nice red dress, more expensive than we usually get. "You sure you want it?" he said to me, "We could get something cheaper than that dress.?"

I giggled and replied with "Come on, Andy. Live a little. This is one of the biggest days of your life and you're thinking of spending money on something cheaper and tackier? You'll keep getting better pay, so just this once, could you spend a little bit more?"

My husband sighed. "Just this once, then I'm making sure we're taking good care of our money. Besides, isn't greed a sin?"

"Only if it's constant."

We got the dress from Harrods and my husband was about to pay for it all. Then, all of a sudden, the mannequins came to life and attacked everyone in the mall. We managed to find cover behind the counter. "Mary," My husband grabbed my hand, which was shaking with the immense amount of fear that I felt. "get out of here. Go back home and make sure everything's safe." I did as he said and ran as fast as I could, deciding to leave my dress behind. I managed not to be hit by the guns coming out of the hands of the mannequins.

A few minutes later, I was at the entrance and surrounded by more mannequins, ready to shoot me. Luckily, they all fell down immediately afterwards. I was curious to see what happened, so I got back to the Harrods to look for my husband, only to find just his clothes there. When I saw the pile, I fell to the floor. I didn't cry or scream, just stared at them in despair. On the day where things were looking up for him, he was murdered.

Wondering who was responsible, I went back home and slept. Only then did I wake up in an endless expanse of white. The only thing that I saw to contact the whiteness was a man in a black cloak, donning a raven on his head and carrying a staff made out of obsidian. "I see that you are grieving, Missus Mulholland." he said, his back facing me, "Although, you seem to be taking it differently than most people."

"Who the hell are you?" I replied, asking who or even what this being was that was talking to me.

"My name is... unimportant. For now you may call me your Guardian."

"Guardian? Why?"

"Tonight, your husband was killed by being known as the Autons, controlled by the Nestene Consciousness."

"What are you talking about?"

The Guardian smirked. "Humans like you are so unaware that it's adorable. Those were creatures from another world, sent there by one of the worst people in the entire universe."

"And who would that be?"

"He goes by "The Doctor." He can never get away from that blue box of his. Wherever it lands, death follows. A couple of decades back, he was completely responsible for the destruction of the planet of Skaro, and thus the genocide of the Thal species. He has brought on many people to join him, and all of them have had their lives ruined because of him."

"What should I do if I ever see him?"

"Kill him."

"But... that's murder."

"Not if the person you're killing is a genocidal maniac. Find the Doctor and kill him. If you do, I shall find a way of resurrecting your husband. Remember, he arrives in a blue box."

I woke up soon after, with a new lease on life, my mission was clear: find you and take your life for causing the death of my husband.

4th of March, 2027

Torpenhow, The United Kingdom, Earth

I moved into a church position here in Torpenhow not long after the Guardian visited me. I knew what my goal was, but I didn't know how to achieve it. That was until one night last year, when I encountered an injured creature. I did not know what our was at the time, but it wasn't anything like what's on this planet: a large land-walking single-eyed octopus. I should have been fearful, but instead, I went to talk to it, trading to see if it understood me, when it cried "Please don't hurt me."

I was surprised it spoke English. "I'm not here to hurt you." I replied, "I'll need your help, however."

We talked for a while. It told me that she was a Bane, a predator, but was injured when she was separated from her group nearly two decades before. I decided to call her Janine.

When I got back to sleep, I saw the Guardian again, still in that expanse of white. "Is the Bane here supposed to be with me?" I asked him.

"Yes, she is." he replied grimly, "You shall use her to get the Doctor to come to where you are."

"Torpenhow? A small little village like this."

"There's nowhere the Doctor won't bring his infestation. Get him to come here and kill him!"

"Will do, Guardian."

Janine would stay at my house, my attic, more specifically, while I took care of her. In the meantime, I asked her to kill once a month, all in an effort to get someone to come here: you, the being I hold responsible for all my misery, who culled various species in a warped sense of justice. If I kill you, my husband will come back, but that's not the position I'm in, is it?