He wandered back in perhaps an hour later, smelling very faintly of rum (but no longer drunk) and seawater, and carrying a bottle that was perhaps a quarter full.
She was already asleep, a book open next to her and her arm across it, so he tiptoed in quietly. She needed all the rest she could get. Settling down next to her, he flipped open a different book--Derivations of Quantum Particles and began to read quietly, brow furrowing as he read. Some of the calculations were dead wrong, and he pulled out a pencil to scribble furious notes in the margins.
It was another forty-five minutes before she rolled over, her back to him as her brows furrowed. Her breath picked up, and she just slept on, things starting to filter in from her subconcious.
Lots of things - Mike, and the Doctor, and Daleks - loads of Daleks, all burning-
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She was already asleep, a book open next to her and her arm across it, so he tiptoed in quietly. She needed all the rest she could get. Settling down next to her, he flipped open a different book--Derivations of Quantum Particles and began to read quietly, brow furrowing as he read. Some of the calculations were dead wrong, and he pulled out a pencil to scribble furious notes in the margins.
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Lots of things - Mike, and the Doctor, and Daleks - loads of Daleks, all burning-
Her fault. All of it.
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So he waited.
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And when it grew worse - when it was the baby, when it was her mother when she was just a baby, and then it was that house-
She whimpered as she curled into a tighter ball.
Not again. Not the dreams again.
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