No Seeds of War was their first story. It’s confusing because the Doctor encounters them “first” in the 4DA Destroy the Infinite, IIRC, which was released a year AFTER Seeds of War. It was a case of Big Finish playing the timey-wimey game with listeners.

Some news I’ve been eagerly awaiting for a long time now. And with Rob Valentine writing to boot!

So if you're struggling, if the clouds around you (and all of us) seems dark at the moment, know that it won't last forever. Find yourself a lifeboat wherever and whenever you can. Live a day at a time if you have to because it's better than not being here at all. 14/14

And more besides that I wouldn't have wanted to miss for all the world, thanks to a book based off a TV show made an ocean away from me. 13/14

It's been a little over 18 years since that night. I'm now roughly twice as old as I was then and it's hard not to think about the things I almost missed out on. Both that Mr. Parkin and I ended up in an anthology together a few years ago but also smaller things... 12/14

Thankfully, Mr. Parkin didn't and in the years since has said that he's proud to had played a small role in the evening's events. 11/14

Maybe not. But it was enough and, sometimes, that's all you need. Even if it takes you years to come to terms with a brief moment in time or to message the author of the book and hope they don't think you're crazy. 10/14

Years later, as she was getting ready to leave once and for all, I told her what had happened that night. Her response?
"If that's all that stopped you, you must not have had much to live for." 9/14

So I closed the door, turned the key in the ignition, and drove home. Doctor Who became the piece of driftwood in a restless sea that kept me sane, with the Big Finish audios becoming the thing that let me tune out the manager who'd nearly made end my life. 8/14

What stopped me, you may ask? The fact that I had just a couple of days earlier on Amazon I had bought the out-of-print 1998 Doctor Who novel The Infinity Doctors by Lance Parkin. Having spent nearly $30 to acquire it, it seemed a terrible waste of money to buy it and not read it. 7/14

With those words in my mind, I drove a short distance to the nearby Guntersville bridge and pulled over once I reached the top. I turned the engine off, leaving the keys in the ignition, and got as far as opening the door before a thought occurred to me. 6/14

Terrible and insulting things were said, so much so that a coworker many years our senior had to step into the conversation. In another time and place, I'd probably have stood up for myself. Instead, I left quietly, saying to myself five simple but horrible words: “I can't do this anymore." 5/14

Then came the night in the middle of it all when the straw broke the camel's back. A particular manager who hated my guts decided to pick a particular evening to give me a verbal pounding for all I was (or wasn’t, in their eyes) worth about something that was ultimately a non-issue. 4/14