‘Hitchemus, month the first, timestamp apple dash one seventy:
I am Hainishtymion of Gallifrey.
As I state in my header, this is the first month of my being here, on the island colony of Hitchemus. The Doctor has not yet appeared to give me instruction; I count the days until he comes to brief me, because I know his work is important, much more important than the task he has given me here, although he would deny it if he heard it from my lips or glimpsed these humble pages! I trust him with my life, Goddess, with everyone’s lives. He is a good man.’
Silander flips to the next page, a frown creasing his thin, youthful brow of tarnished silver.