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Disclaimer: I do not own Doctor Who... I think... no matter what the dancing bananas in my head may tell me... repeat after me... "I do not own--YES I DO!!!" LOL no I don't. I also don't own the song "I have a dream"... ABBA owns it all!
I have a dream
A song to sing
To help me cope
With anything
If you see the wonders
Of a fairytale
You can change the future
Even if you fail
A luminous full moon hung over the city of London on a warm, June night. Jade Tyler had ever-so quietly tip-toed to the mail box and slightly wrinkled three letters in her hands. It was hard, of course. She was slightly going behind her mum's back… but then again…
It was her bloody wedding; she needed a dad to walk her down the aisle! It was going to be perfect—the perfect chapel, the perfect fiancé, the perfect reception… now all she needed was the perfect father to walk her down the perfect aisle. Because you see, Jade Jacqueline Tyler was a perfectionist. Her mum didn't have a steady job at all, working at some police establishment she hadn't even heard of, so someone had to be the responsible one around here.
She read the letters out loud one more time, though she had memorized the addresses and the names already.
"Captain Jack Harkness, 402 PO Box Cardiff, England," she whispered to herself. She stuck one letter inside of the box. Jade took another deep breath and read aloud the other letter.
"Michael Smith, 708 W. Munroe St., London, England." She stuck the letter inside of the post office. Jade looked at the last letter. This was a rather difficult address to track down, for he didn't really have an address at all. But she read her mum's diary, and had decided to send the letter the same way as that Captain Jack for what Jade had read they saw each other quite often. So she decided to send the message there. Maybe he'd receive it eventually.
All the men were British. Jade herself grew up on a small beach just fifty miles out of Bergen, Norway. She had lived there her whole life and knew the place inside out. The grains of sand between her toes, the cold, icy salt water streaming down her face. It was called Dårlig Ulv Stranden. Bad Wolf Bay.
I have a dream
A fantasy
To help me through
Reality
And my destination makes it worth awhile
Pushing through the darkness
Still another mile
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