[On the First Doctor]

"I soon found myself distracted by the Doctor. He was sat in a chair beside a large, blue box that looked very out of place in the trench. It had the words 'Police Public Call Box' written across the top above the doors. But neither the chair nor the box seemed as out of place as the man himself. His hair was white, his face lined with age. He was clearly too old for service, but there was something more to him than that. Somehow, he seemed to be the antithesis of the war itself, an incarnation of absolute peace, as forceful as the total war waging in the world around him.