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Sleep never comes easily for the Doctor. He'll sleep when he's dead, or perhaps when the nightmares no longer plague him.
He can't remember the last time he slept peacefully. Was it before the Time War? Or before he stole a TARDIS?
Instead, he continues to travel. Alone, unfortunately, but it is always comforting when one has a companion waiting.
Sometimes, he visits companions past. He looks over their dreams and turns their nightmares into something much happier.
Tonight, he looks upon a ginger woman, whose dreams are full of giant wasps and potato headed soldiers. And then he smiles.