The Secret
Okay, he could relax now. The nightmare had ended. Well, sort of. There were now no more vampire fish from space running around Venice and that was a good thing.
The problem now was the actual nightmares.
Unlike what Mummy Dearest had thought though, it wasn't about the extinction of another species at his own hands. The extinction of her race was her own fault in the end not his and he refused to take the blame for it.
No, what he was having nightmares about was dangling from nothing but a piece of flimsy, wet rope, in the middle of one hell of a storm, up a very tall building on a very tight slope. Just thinking about it made him shiver with horror.
He blamed the death of his fourth self. He always did when this phobia rocked up in any other incarnation. Some things really did not change.
He refused to tell Amy and Rory that he was terrified of heights. Again...