Chapter Eight
I moved into the Tardis. I got to choose my pick of many spare bedrooms. And then we spent the rest of the time traveling. We went everywhere from different planets, to Russian submarines, to haunted houses. We even went to Trenzalore, the Doctor's grave, where we defeated these creatures called the Great Intelligence with a very confusing paradox I can barely remember.
At one point, I even got a chance to meet some of the Doctor's past regenerations, and help save Gallifrey, which we tucked away in a pocket universe. We've been trying to find it ever since, but I had a feeling that we might need some help.
So, to put it quite simply, I asked the Doctor a question.
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"You know how there are parallel universes, and pocket universes?" I asked.
"Yes. So?"
"What about fictional universes? Do they exist?"
"Yes. They do. Why?" he asked warily. But he got that look on his face, the one where he gets really excited/curious about something.
"Would we be breaking some major rule by going into those universes?"
"No," he said, a smile growing on his face as he got what I was hinting at. "What do you have in mind?"