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Lucie stumbled into the console room, blinking the tiredness out of her eyes. Her face was painted with a lost, distant expression and the frowned curiously, looking up from his book.
“Bad night?”
“I had the strangest dream. I can’t stop thinking about it, which is funny, because I never remember my dreams.”
“Sometimes dreams can be messages from your subconscious. Or even psychic projections,” The Doctor replied thoughtfully.
“I dreamt that we were just voices, radio signals or something, being heard by people everywhere. It was quite creepy actually, almost like—“
Click
‘This is the BBC news at 6 o’clock, we’ve got the latest football results and…’
I sighed as I switched stations. I had been enjoying the last few episodes of this new Doctor Who radio show, but that last one just wasn’t for me.
“The old series never used to be like this,” I grumbled to myself.