The Dream
As soon as he rebooted, Lethbridge-Stewart looked down at the Doctor, who in turn was frowning at his opened chest-plate. "Doctor, perhaps you should reconsider."
"I almost have it. Was there a problem?"
"I had an unusual dream – or whatever you would call it."
"Really?" His friend beamed. "Then I'm near success, aren't I?"
"I dreamed I was human again, and best man at your wedding –"
"That doesn't sound too bad."
"—to a Dalek."
The Doctor's facial expression was priceless. "What?"
"A Dalek wearing a wedding gown and veil. You other selves were on the groom's side of the church, Davros and more Daleks were on the bride's side. Your mother-in-law wore a most fetching hat and cried into a handkerchief." If he could shudder, he would.
"Ah. Right. Well." For a moment, the Doctor looked like his fifth self. "Let me put things back in order and run a systems check. Or perhaps I should run the systems check, first…."