This year was a bizarre dream. My life in UNIT was already strange, commanding a vessel out of Star Wars.

Then Saxon conquered Earth. My ship became the dictator's fortress, staffed by thugs and slaves. It seemed... normal. I obeyed orders until the Doctor broke the Master's spell.

Don't give a damn what happens to me. I expect to be tried for collaboration. But there are others — military and civilian — who resisted. They risked death to do what was right.

I'll testify: "Honour them. I failed my duty to my ship, but in the darkest of times they were Valiant."