He breathed for the first time in 737 years, 8 months and 21 days but to Jake Swame, the time had passed in the blink of an eye. What happened and where was he? He was surrounded by blue glass. He looked straight ahead, one of those Perathoon had shot at him but the bullet and the creature were suspended, time frozen. He stepped back to look at the whole panorama. He heard raised voices behind him but he didn't care.

He was out of the war. He was in a glorious building with a ceiling that rose into the sky. He was in a museum of some sort, there were paintings and sculptures lining the walls of the long hallway and right in the middle was a gigantic blue glass square. The war had stopped, the activists had come through with their word and there they were, his men trapped in the blue glass like bugs in amber. But the glass was riddled with cracks and that must be how he got out, he must have broken through. There could be hope for his men yet. That was when he heard the woman scream.

Jake snapped out of his trance and his soldier instincts took over. A group of people were ganging up against a sharply dressed man and a young lady. These people had tails, which Jake thought was strange at first but Earth was moving, or had moved by now, into an age when dealing with extra-terrestrials is necessary. For all he knew, Jake could be on Earth now or he could still be at Malcassairo.

'Oi, help us' Jake heard the woman yell from somewhere in the crowd. Jake panicked, something no self-respecting soldier would ever admit to. He raised his gun and pointed it at the hostiles.

'Don't move,' yelled Jake, his nervous voice betraying his feigned confidence. They all slowly turned around, attention focused on the gunman.

'Take it easy kid.' a voice said from the crowd. Jake fired a warning shot above their heads which only prompted more screaming. Jake was getting a little jumpy now.

'Where am I?' asked Jake as calmly as possible, they all had their hands up now.

'Malcassairo sir, the Great Museum, sir.'

'And this war that happened-' he pointed to the blue square 'how long ago did it happen?'

'Hundreds of years ago sir, no-one really knows when it exactly happened, sir.'

'Don't call me sir.' said Jake, rather irritated.

'Don't you hate that?' said a voice from behind him. He spun around to find the well dressed man and the young, dark lady standing behind him. Everyone was confused for a moment, the hostiles looked back to the spot which was once occupied by the two people, now standing in front of him.

'Quickly,' said the man. 'I need you to shoot the unknownium structure.' Jake was confused, Martha simply pointed at the box.

Jake understood and shot 22 rounds into the weak structure. The glass crumbled around the soldiers and they were awake, the war began again. The two armies, wildly sprinting towards each other slowed down and then stopped. They looked around, confused. Jake understood exactly what they were feeling.

'What is this villainy?' hissed one of the Perathoon. 'What have you done to us?'

The crowd of Malcassairans were staring in wonder at the events unfolding, the numbers of the crowd who had disappeared had returned with much tears and hugging even if there were apart for only a minute. The well-dressed man who called himself the Doctor ran between the two armies, arms raised.

'You're still on Malcassairo but hundreds of years in the future. There is no point in fighting, the battle is over, Malcassairo, whatever your planet is –' he pointed at one of the Perathoon 'and even Earth has moved on.' said the Doctor calmly. This is when the realisation hit, everyone that any of these people had ever known, everyone that he ever knew had died. His wife, his brother and his parents were all dead. Maybe his wife came here sometimes to visit him when he was in this box thing, maybe she was told that Jake had died in battle. All these questions will never be answered. Many of his soldiers had sat down and cried and Jake did the same.

'Doctor, you have to tell them,' whispered Martha after he did his speech to the soldiers. 'It's going to be hard but we have to.'

'I know, c'mon let's talk to him first,' the Doctor was pointing at the soldier who released everyone, he was crying.

Can we really do this to him; after all he's been through?'

'All of these people are in the same boat, Martha, everyone has to be told.' Martha agreed and they both sat on either side of the soldier.

'Hello, my name is the Doctor.'

'And I'm Martha.'

'Do you want a banana, you must be famished.' he had ducked back to the TARDIS a couple of minutes ago to grab his favourite brown coat with massive pockets and pulled a banana out of one of them.

Jake munched slowly on the fruit and then turned to the Doctor.

'I'm Colonel Jake Swame.' he shook hands with the Doctor and Martha.

'I'm sorry for your loss,' said Martha 'but there is something we have to tell you.'

Tears appeared in Martha's eyes and she couldn't continue. The Doctor picked it up.

'You were trapped in the unknownium for hundreds of years. The stuff has preserved you for a bit, but in a few minutes, all these years will catch up with you and'

'- I'll die.' Jake finished.

'Everyone in the Malcassairan war will die.' the Doctor said solemnly.

'I need to know Doctor, who was it? who was it that froze us. There was the Perathoon but there was someone else behind is wasn't there?'

'You're right, it was a race called the Daleks. A heartless race, they kill, it's all they do. They are the ultimate form of racists; they kill because they honestly believe that their race is the only one that deserves life.' Jake didn't say anything for a while but then the Doctor piped up.

'Well we have to tell everyone else now.'

'No, I'll tell them, it's my job as a soldier, I'm trained for it. You two are travellers, I can tell, you go and have your adventures.' Jake's soldier instinct took over once again; he stood up and saluted the Doctor and Martha.

'Oh, don't salute, I don't need a salute' moaned the Doctor. Jake smiled and walked over to his men.

Martha had changed back into her regular jacket and the Doctor was happily munching on a banana at the console of the TARDIS.

'God, that thing was itchy, where the hell do you get those bananas?' Martha asked.

'No need to get narky, you could have just asked.' and with that, he pulled another one out from his jacket and threw it at Martha. 'What happened in the end with the Malcassairans? You said that someone had changed history, something about yellow beetle people?'

'Well,' said the Doctor, looking a bit uncomfortable 'It was the TARDIS' fault, it sent us back 500 years before it was supposed to.'

'So no-one was changing history,' Martha said smugly.

'No-one was changing history,' confessed the Doctor. Suddenly, he perked right back up.

'Well you've changed your mind haven't you?' said the Doctor with a mouthful of banana.

'What do you mean?'

'You once told me that it was 'strictly human for you', that you wouldn't go for aliens.'

'So?'

'Well you and Sikron couldn't keep your eyes off each other.'

'Oh, shut up you,' said Martha smiling.
'He was a hero Martha, remember that.'
'I will.' she said solemnly 'So where are we off to now?'

'That's right, change the subject. I don't know, let's put it on random. Hey wait a sec, come over here.' Martha hurried over and the Doctor was looking at the screen which showed outside of the TARDIS. Back in the museum, Prinessa was waving at the TARDIS.

'Thank you Mr Smith, and you too Martha.' came the scratchy voice through the intercom system. The Doctor raised something resembling a microphone and spoke.

'Any time Prinny.' Prinessa noticeably blushed and the Doctor gave a big wink to Martha. Martha stared back with a look that said Prinny? 'And call me Doctor.'

'See ya.' Martha put in, wanting to say something. The Doctor pressed a button on the console and the TARDIS de-materialised.

'Goodbye, Doctor.' said Prinessa. The picture disappeared.

'Bit old for you, isn't she?' commented Martha.

'You have to remember that I'm over 900 myself.' he countered.

'You're mad.'

'For this job-' The Doctor whizzed around and pressed some buttons. 'You have to be.'