It could've been an echo, but it wasn't
I looked around the room, I knew this room. I had been there before. Where, where had I seen this room before... oh. It was where the war Doctor came when it was time. It looked so different yet I knew it was here that it happened. Then I heard it, a boy crying.
I've never been scared of the dark, never. But when I saw the Doctor crying in his sleep... I felt like I was, like I had discover something about him no one knew about him but me. I felt privileged to see it. But soon I had to comfort him. I went over and then someone came in... I think it was his parents. Then I hid under the bed, he got out and... I grabbed his foot...
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I was the Doctors nightmare. The person who made him scared of what was under his bed. I told him it was a dream and to go back to sleep. I just hope he wouldn't remember this...
Then I remembered...
6 months ago:
"I had a dream about you when I was little, well your voice. Maybe it was one of your echo's." I look to the Doctor and frown.
"I hope you haven't been dreaming about me when you were a kid!" I joked but his face was very serious. "Sorry, what happened."
"You were telling me, its only a dream. Go back to sleep." He said, a vacant look in his eyes. He rubbed his hand over his face.
"I'm sure it was nothing, chinny. But if it was something to worry about I'm sure it will appear in the most unexpected place. Anyway, I think its time I went home."
"Yes I'm sure its nothing. See you next Wednesday Clara!" He called after me as I left. Huh what an unusual man.
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But he spoke the truth, I look to the new Doctor, I wonder if he remembers that conversation like I do or if its a distant memory in his brain now. I guess I'll never find out. He looks to me as if thinking about something, I look to Orson. He's in the middle of this and I feel bad for him, there was no reason for him to get mixed up in this. I tell him to leave and never look, and for once I am thankful he does as he is told.