A/N
Disclaimer: I can claim no ownership of Doctor Who, sadly enough. Money is something I don't have a lot of. But, honestly, I find money to be nothing but shaped metal. Stupid money ruling the world.
Hi everyone!
And I'm so sorry about the wait this chapter. I've just started back at school, and, once again, it has tightened its hold on my life.
But the chapter is here now! So you can have fun reading it!
This chapter is dedicated to all my friends. Most notably, the ones that will actually read and notice this: M64 and Talia Taylor.
And forward we go!
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Mm. Comfy.
He snuggled closer to the teddy bear that the TARDIS must have somehow given to him overnight, and scrunched his eyes up tighter. Sleep wasn't as bad as he'd given it credit for. He gave a soft sigh and nuzzled his head into the soft, silky strands of the bear. Hmm. The bear had hair. Long hair. He almost jumped when the bear cuddled back.
Ooh, a functional teddy bear!
And a very functional teddy bear it was. It shifted positions, almost like it needed to find some way of becoming even more comfortable. It breathed, in and out, in and out. Softly and rhythmically, which was excellent; he couldn't imagine a snoring teddy bear getting purchased anywhere. Although… a snoring teddy bear would be perfect for a prank…
But when the bear shifted again and placed an arm along with a head snugly over his chest, the Doctor opened his eyes wide with shock.
Those arms were most certainly not from a teddy bear.
He glanced downwards slowly, as if afraid to look. Blonde hair was splayed over his chest like a cascading fountain, the head resting on his chest as if he was a pillow.
Well, hello Rose. Nice to see you. A bit unexpected, but I'm sure we can work our way around that, right?
First of all, what was she doing asleep in his bed?
Groggy as he was, he recalled the events that had occurred- and his eyes darkened involuntarily as he considered how the whole situation had gone to pieces.
Bunching his hands into fists, he remembered the Time Lords, the pure joy of meeting more Time Lords, tempered by the mistrust he had of the Master.
Like always, he had been wrong. Of course, if he'd said that he always believed himself to be wrong, there would be loud denials ringing through the air within seconds. The point still remained though; he had been wrong.
The Master wasn't the one he should've been worried about. If he'd only thought… wondered why Jorax had gone to all that effort to build the device… because it was never only from the good of their hearts. There was always a reason. And the Doctor had forgotten that, so cooped up he'd been in the miraculous return of Rose.
If Rose had never come back, it would never have happened. But then, he was more than ecstatic to have her back, so much so that he couldn't find words to properly describe it, even with his huge vocabulary.
It was because the Doctor had agreed to return to the alternate universe. If he'd never agreed, the alternate Earth wouldn't have been attacked.
So, it was his fault.
And he didn't even know how many lives- existences –had been wiped out because of it. He had no idea how many were gone. No idea at all. And it twisted his hearts into wrenched shapes because of it.
Time was time, though. Whatever had to happen, had to happen. Whatever did happen happened. Nothing he could do to change that. Live in the present, they always said. For him, it'd be more like living in the past and the future. Merely a benefit of being a Time Lord.
Time Lord.
The Master.
The Doctor had no idea if the transfer had worked, so he didn't know if he was the last Time Lord of two universes instead of one.
The Master had dived in to save him. Why?
Knife penetrated flesh.
And the Doctor opened his eyes in shock.
The knife was sticking out of the Master's back.
The Master had saved him, and the Master didn't even know him. But the Master had cared enough to do it anyway.
And although the Doctor was near delighted to know that not all Master's were bad, he was also distressed and hurt; the Master in his universe had been bad, and his universe was the one that counted.
Even so, the Doctor couldn't help repeating the conversation he'd had with the Master.
…"She loves you," the Master whispered to him, knowing that he shouldn't wake the sleeping humans- the Doctor had already warned him what half-asleep humans did when they were disturbed from their peaceful slumber.
"I know," the Doctor whispered back. And how could he not? The words she had spoken on Bad Wolf Bay; the words that she had cried out to him; he'd never forgotten. It was too painful to remember, but too painful to forget.
… The Master paused for a second. "You love her," he breathed softly.
"I shouldn't," was the Doctor's reply.
"But you do," the Master argued quietly. "You love a human…"
…"Let her decide, Doc," the Master suggested. "Let her decide whether she wants to or not. Because I know you want to. I've seen the way you look at her."
The Doctor looked down, not wanting to give face to the thoughts running rampart around his head. "It doesn't matter what I want," the Doctor stated.
"If it doesn't matter, let her choose," the Master encouraged.
Let her choose.
Let her choose.
Her choice, one way or another.
The Doctor could do that. If he was honest with himself, which he didn't often do, he would say that yes, he did care for her more than he should. And yes, he wanted it to go further. But if Rose didn't want that, he could live with it. He had to.
As if hearing the unspoken words, Rose tightened her grip, pulling the Doctor closer to her and somehow managing to get some of her hair over the Doctor's face.
The Doctor let out his breath in a small sneeze as the hairs tickled his face and nose. Rose let out a soft exhale, and eyes opened into slits. Groggy, Rose muttered with her voice muffled, "Hmph mm."
Which, for some reason, the TARDIS didn't translate. The Doctor raised an eyebrow. "Sorry, didn't catch that," he replied, eyes gleaming with amusement.
"Mrmph," Rose buried her face in his chest again. She glanced up to the Doctor's face once again, moving her head against his torso until they were eye to eye.
The Doctor stared at her sleepy face, focusing on brown eyes that were occasionally swallowed up by her eyelids every time she blinked, and felt a surge of affection for the drowsy human. "You're dreaming of me," he whispered to her.
"I know," she mumbled back sluggishly.
She knew? If she knew that she was dreaming when she woke up to find the Doctor in the same bed as her, it meant…
"How often do you dream like this?" the Doctor whispered again, still in that same calm, reassuring voice.
"Stupid question," she replied, barely audible. She tucked her head neatly on the Doctor's warm chest, closing her eyes again.
Suddenly not wanting to move at all, the Doctor awkwardly patted her head. How did humans do this? "Go back to sleep, Rose," he suggested quietly.
Rose gave a half-nod and shuffled her body closer to his. "Okay," she garbled, giving a half-nod and shuffling her body closer to his. She gave a soft, sleepy human sigh as the Doctor placed his arm around her.
Then her eyes shot open.
"This can't be a dream!" she realised.
The Doctor felt somewhat offended, but he still kept his arm around her. "And why not?"
"In my dream you want me awake," she stated honestly, before realising what she had said and blushing. "I-I mean…"
The Doctor found the pink stain on her cheeks along with the I've-just-woken-up face to be quite endearing, and that was why he didn't fully take into account what she had said, and the implications of that statement. Instead, he just grinned widely. "Morning, Rose!"
Shocked, she tried to jump up, but the Doctor's hand around her waist stopped her and pulled her back down. "Morning," she smiled back nervously.
The Doctor kept the smile firmly planted on his face. "You're sleeping in my bed."
Rose blushed again, and the Doctor felt a sweep of fondness for her. "Y-yeah… sorry… I'll just-"
"You have dreams about me," he continued, enjoying the expression of complete mortification that crossed Rose's face.
"Uh… um…" was all she could manage as she tried her best to avert her eyes.
"So, you have dreams about me, and you slept in my bed last night," the Doctor summed up, searching for that cute mortified face. "I'm quite proud of myself!" he finished with gusto, and Rose's head shot up in surprise. "I'm cool enough to be dreamt about!" he grinned madly, waiting eagerly for Rose's reaction.
Rose responded with a relieved smile, brown eyes gleaming. "Are you feeling okay?"
"Why wouldn't I? Fit as a fiddle." He paused with fascination. "Fit as a fiddle. Fit as a fiddle. Fit as a fiddle."
"You were hurt," she whispered, brown eyes turning into deep pits of remembered concern. "Bleeding."
"Ah, well, I'm not now, am I?" he replied. "At least, I hope I'm not, because that'd be just unfair."
Rose let out a weak snort, and attempted to stretch, accidently touching her lips to his arm while doing so. She stiffened for a second, before apparently ignoring it and continuing her stretch.
Electricity was still buzzing through his nerves where her lips had brushed across his arm. Which was unusual, he reckoned, because usually getting little shocks from heightened friction didn't keep going afterwards. "Buzz," he said in confusion. "Buzzy nerves," he frowned, unaware that Rose had begun staring at him with an even greater confusion. "Really buzzy nerves."
"Doctor?" was the soft question.
He didn't hear her. "Odd, very odd."
"Doctor?" bit louder this time.
He jumped slightly, and opened his eyes in surprise, before realising who was talking and what she had said. "That's me!" he paused for a split second. "Yeah?"
She gave him one of her soft smiles. "I'm glad you're okay."
"Well, isn't that a shock?" he replied sarcastically, a glint of humour in his eyes. Then he softened. "I know."
She slowly shifted to a sitting position, and he removed his arm, then, finding no better spot for it, put it back. Rose glanced at the arm in surprise, but grinned and didn't comment.
The Doctor grinned back, and for a second that seemed to last a whole lot longer than a second passed as brown eyes studied brown eyes. It was broken when someone cleared their throat, from a point at the end of the Doctor's bed.
The Doctor turned to face the throat-clearer. "Martha?" He quickly got up from the bed, Rose copying him. Both embarrassed.
Martha Jones smiled at him, apparently choosing to ignore what had occurred. "So, you're awake, huh? Feeling alright? No pain? Any nausea?"
"Mm, no, I'm fine," the Doctor grinned at Martha, hiding his confusion. "Fit as a fiddle, as I was telling Rose here."
"That's good," Martha said, also relieved.
Why was everyone so relieved? It wasn't like he had been going to die. He mentally shrugged. Let weird be weird. Human be human. But first: "Martha Jones… how did you get onboard? Because, unless I have amnesia to top off the start of the day, you weren't in the TARDIS before." The Doctor frowned inwardly as Rose shifted slightly, as if she was nervous.
"I walked in," Martha replied after a momentary look at Rose. "Didn't know what to expect. Collapsed on the floor, you were. And Rose wasn't in the best shape herself."
"Why?" the Doctor gave a quick glance of concern at Rose. "What happened?" he kept his eyes on Rose. "Are you okay?"
"Yeah," Rose nodded back to him. "I'm fine. Just a concussion. Martha healed it."
"Told you it was a good idea to teach me," Martha interjected.
The Doctor smiled. "Good idea, yeah." As the worry directed at Rose faded, he realised something else. He stared at Martha. "I didn't fly the TARDIS. So how did you get here? We aren't even on Earth." Next to him, Rose twitched again.
"We are on Earth," Martha clarified.
"We're on Earth," he repeated, disbelieving. How could they be on Earth? They'd been on a planet in another galaxy! How could they be on Earth? He hadn't flown the TARDIS, and she certainly didn't fly herself- well, at least, not across galaxies.
"Yes," Martha confirmed.
"How?" he asked, and he felt Rose jerk in anxiousness yet again. He turned to Rose. "How?" he reiterated, knowing that Rose could answer.
Rose almost gulped, and took a quick look at Martha for help. When Martha offered her nothing but a simple shrug, she answered. "Flew the TARDIS," she said with a shrug, feigning indifference.
The Doctor could do nothing but blink. And blink again. And a third time for good luck. "Huh?"
"I flew the TARDIS," Rose repeated, a gleam in her eye, but a serious expression on her face.
The Doctor shook his head slightly, a frown of puzzlement encroaching his features. "Huh?"
Rose let out a tiny grin at this, and it was obvious that she found it amusing, although the Doctor could sense nervousness emanating from her. She did hide it well, though. "I. Flew. The. TARDIS."
What? She flew the TARDIS? Yeah, and orange flying pigs actually flew… and everyone knew, they didn't. Some sort of glitch with the planet's language- the same word with two different meanings. Flying actually meant something similar to active or spontaneous.
Back to the point.
She flew the TARDIS?!
Three things popped into his mind at once. She somehow managed to fly the TARDIS, without him there to make sure she didn't blow anything up, and without any help. She had somehow learnt to read Gallifreyan, because as far as he knew, and he knew quite a lot, the TARDIS couldn't translate Gallifreyan into English. The last thing that popped into his head was a burst of pride for Rose, and how she'd managed to fly a time device without support, on the first go.
His first words however, were angry. "You could have blown something up!"
His tone was harsher then he had meant it to be, and Rose almost stepped back. She opened her mouth to reply, but no words came out.
Martha, who was watching the one-sided exchange, took Rose's side, and stated, "Well, she didn't, did she?"
"She probably broke something else," the Doctor countered defensively.
"Like you do?" Rose stepped forward this time. "You go 'round the TARDIS, not a care in the world, and-"
"Hey, hey, hey! Not true!" the Doctor interrupted, feeling somewhat offended. "My TARDIS. Mine. She's mine. So I can walk around like I own the place!"
"It's done now, yeah?" Rose said. "Done. Nothing you can do about it."
The Doctor, still annoyed, and knowing that they both needed to release their emotions, continued the tirade. "I shouldn't even have to think that! Stupid ape! You shouldn't have flown the TARDIS!"
"Well, I did," Rose counteracted.
"You humans, not caring about other people's belongings!" the Doctor grumbled. "Not mine? Who cares?! I'm going to go fly a time machine anyway! I could land in the middle of a war! I could land in the middle of a black hole! Ah, who cares? I could land in the middle of a sun!"
"But I didn't!"
"But you could've!" the Doctor yelled, eyes furious, then muttered, "Apes. Brainless apes."
Rose sighed the tiniest of sighs, ignoring his last statement. "But I flew the TARDIS to save our lives," she told him.
"They didn't need saving!" the Doctor replied, quite irritated. Hadn't she known that he'd transfer-regenerate? Why'd she have to go to Martha? He liked Martha and all, Martha was a great person to be around, but just after another battle for the Earth?
A bit too soon.
"I didn't know they didn't need saving!" Rose argued. "I did it because you couldn't!"
"But I could've!"
"Like I said, I didn't know that!"
The Doctor and Rose were yelling at each other now, words spilling like a flood, making all the anger and frustration and grief start to wash downstream. A flood that was needed. Neither of them let a word get from Martha edgeways. "You knew I'd regenerate!" the Doctor shouted. "You knew! You didn't have to come here!"
"Well, too bad. 'Cos I did!" Rose yelled back, but lowered her voice for the next words. "And why are you so angry?" she asked quietly. "Why are you so angry at the fact that I flew the TARDIS?"
"It was dangerous!" the Doctor roared, taking a deep breath afterward in a futile attempt to calm himself. "It… because… I don't want you to get hurt. I can't let you get hurt."
"Why not?" this was said stubbornly, as Rose placed her hands on her hips.
"Why not? What do you think, Rose? Because… because I lo-" he broke off abruptly. "Because I made a promise to your mother." The Doctor changed the subject quickly, making his voice harsher to hide what he had been about to let slip, resuming his half-fake glare. "I would've regenerated!"
Rose glared right back, and to the Doctor's astonishment, her eyes began to fill up with tears. "I didn't want it to come to that!" she choked out furiously. "You… you were so badly hurt… and I'd just found you again… and…"
Rose trailed off, and an awkward silence descended upon all of them as the tension in the air began to dissipate.
"I hadn't seen you for a whole year," Rose whispered. "Nothing. Not a sight, not a sound. And then the Time Lords came, then I was back. And I was with you, and we were fighting to save the world. And you were injured. You were stabbed. Doctor, you were the one who fell unconscious, who was bleeding." Rose's voice grew stronger. "And you know what?" she told him. "I did the right thing. And you can't tell me otherwise."
Like a heavy black cloud, another silence fell upon them, casting foggy shadows over the three inhabitants of the room as the Doctor pondered over Rose's words.
She did the right thing.
Well, that wasn't necessarily true. The right thing, as she so put it, couldn't really be determined by a single person. They were optional, right or wrong. They were. Really.
There were wrongs in rights and rights in wrongs.
And wrongs in wrongs and rights in rights.
And all things in between.
She did the right thing.
But did she? Did she really do the right thing? She brought them back to Earth- back to their Earth. But why? To save him? Why had she done it? To get Martha to heal him? Yeah, right. This century of humans didn't even know how to cure a little sniffle. Or a cough.
The apes were just so full of misconceptions sometimes.
Stupid apes.
She did the right thing.
Well, to be fair, she hadn't known that the Doctor would be fine. Even if she knew the Doctor would regenerate, she wouldn't know if the Doctor would be fit to move around- after all, the Doctor hadn't stocked up on herbal teas.
Not yet anyway.
He preferred Jackie's herbal tea concoction, but he'd never admit that out loud.
Rose had been able to fly the TARDIS, though. A human. A mere ape. Had been able to fly the TARDIS without any help.
Rose had flown the TARDIS. And had actually flown it in the right direction.
Well, not direction. More like up-down, timey-wimey puddles of space-mush.
The point still remained; she had flown it properly!
Sometimes apes were good for something.
Ingenious apes.
Deciding that he much preferred the good mood as opposed to the grumpy one, he grinned widely at Rose.
"You flew the TARDIS!" he exclaimed.
Rose, somehow managing to understand where he was coming from, grinned right back. "I flew the TARDIS!"
The Doctor opened his arms wide, and Rose, not actually needing an invitation, jumped into the hug.
The Doctor gave a gleeful laugh as he swung her around, and she gave a gleeful laugh back.
Martha didn't gleefully laugh, the Doctor mused as he was hugging Rose.
Why didn't Martha gleefully laugh?
When he realised that the reason should have been obvious from the beginning, he broke off the hug abruptly and turned to stare at Martha. "Ah… um… uh…" he gave an embarrassed chuckle.
Beside him, Rose tried desperately to smother her grin.
Martha just raised her eyebrows at them in a how-typical-that-you-forgot-me way.
The Doctor opened his mouth, having no idea what he was going to say, but knowing that he'd express it eloquently- he was a Time Lord, after all.
But all that came out was a soft, "Aah."
So he tried again. "Mm."
And again. "Heh?"
Martha moved her eyebrows slightly, sending a ha-now-you-can't-talk look.
Rose tried to stifle a burst of laughter, managing to turn it into a snort with a smidgen of cough.
The Doctor pursed his lips in irritation at his apparent inability to create adequate speech. He tried again. This time, he could speak. "So, Martha, um… how's your family?"
To the Doctor's grievance, Rose had to stifle another laugh.
And Martha's eyes glittered with amusement. "They're fine, thank you."
"Well, ah," the Doctor swallowed. "That's good."
This time Rose couldn't stifle the laugh, and Martha had to hide her smile.
He tried to place his hands into his small yet huge coat pockets to try and gain some semblance of authority, but his hands went straight through thin air, much to his surprise. He looked down and patted his pants- his stripy pyjama pants that he'd gotten courtesy of Howard and his food-fantasies.
Had he been wearing the pyjama's as he had saved the world? Surely not.
"Who undressed me?" he demanded, hands fidgeting because they had nowhere to go. Which sort of reminded him of worms, although he had no idea why.
Rose blushed, coughed, and looked down.
The Doctor stared at her in shock for a second, feeling a foreign heat emerging on his cheeks, and blossoming out like a flower.
Oh, hell.
Was he blushing?
Nah.
Of course not.
He didn't blush.
Just to be sure, though, he looked away, glancing down, making sure his face was partially covered by shadow and partially covered by his brown hair.
He could swear he heard Martha chuckle.
When he was sure that all redness- if there was any to start with- had faded, he looked up again. Rose was still looking embarrassed, Martha looking amused. Rose handed him his coat, magically not dirty, and he put it on. Rose didn't look at him the entire time.
He cleared his throat awkwardly. "Uh… uh… Martha! How long are you going to be staying? Not to ruin the party, of course."
Martha half-grinned, half-glared at him, and he had a very sudden and mysterious urge to take a step back; the way her glare and smile actually seemed to fit together was rather disturbing. To him, anyway.
"I should go soon, really," Martha decided after a little thought. "I was planning to go catch a movie with Tish later on tonight, and I've been here quite a while."
The Doctor hid his relief at those words. No offence to Martha or anything, but he'd prefer to spend time with Rose for a while. Alone. With Rose.
"But first, you've got something to explain, Mister," Martha folded her arms across her chest, telling the Doctor that she wouldn't leave until she found out. "How did you manage that regeneration-trick? Thought the changing of appearance was kind of compulsory."
"Well," the Doctor leant back as far as he dared without falling. "Yeah, but-"
"Something to do with that transfer thing?" Rose interrupted.
"Yeah, the transfer thing. Caused me to-"
"Heal really quickly?" Martha cut in.
"I was going to say, regenerate without changing my appearance," the Doctor responded, slightly aggrieved. "What really happened was that the transfer sort of… ah…?"
"Healed you really quickly?" Martha asked.
"No, well, yeah, but the transfer… it was a myth in this universe. Not even that. More like a story. A tale."
"Like the toclafane!" Martha exclaimed.
He nodded. "Yeah. Okay… the transfer shifts one Time Lord's regeneration to another Time Lord. So, essentially, I was given a regeneration from the Master."
"The Master? He gave you a regeneration?" Martha cried out in surprise.
The Doctor just nodded without a word. Martha knew about the Master of this universe, the Master that had killed and tortured and killed some more.
Martha frowned. "But-"
"He's good," the Doctor elaborated. "In that universe."
"But-"
"Really good," the Doctor continued. "Not evil at all. Well, he used to be. Then he got into a room of kids and realised what an idiot he was."
"But," Rose interrupted. "Even if the Master gave you one of his regenerations… how come you didn't change appearance? Isn't that what regenerating does?"
"Yes, but not this time," the Doctor said, and at Rose's look of confusion, he continued. "Right. Consider a regeneration like a… balloon."
"Balloon?!" Martha repeated dubiously.
"Yep." The Doctor took the opportunity to grin. "The colour of the balloon depicts what appearance you'll have. Now, to regenerate, you'd need to blow the balloon up, right?"
Rose nodded, while Martha said, "I suppose."
"For the transfer," he told them, "The Master passed his balloon to me. That colour of the balloon didn't change. When I blew the balloon, that colour couldn't change, right? Well, neither did I!" the Doctor grinned again.
Rose paused, obviously mulling over words, looking slightly puzzled. "But-"
"Oh, it's a lot more complicated than that!" the Doctor glanced at her with a wide, knowing smile. "I just like metaphorical metaphors."
"So," Martha tried to sum it up. "You had the Master's regeneration, and since he had picked the appearance, you couldn't get that same appearance?"
"Correct-a-mundo!" he paused with distaste. He hated that word. Hated with a capital H. Hated with a capital 'H' and an extra bucketful of hate. Yucky word. "Never. Saying. That. Again." The Doctor glanced at both Rose and Martha with a renewed glee. "So, that's the story! I must say, you two are horrible listeners."
"Oi!" Rose exclaimed.
Martha didn't reply to that, fumbling instead with her bag, looking for something. "Do any of you have the time?" she asked off-handedly.
The Doctor and Rose shared an amused glance.
When nobody replied, she seemed to think over what she had said, and her eyes travelled up. "Oh. Yeah. Stupid question, sorry." She continued to rummage through her bag. "Wait," she said, "Got it!" She pulled out her phone, immediately checking the time.
The Doctor raised an eyebrow. 3…2…1…
"I'm late!" Martha yelped.
He grinned with pride. Perfect timing.
"Right. I've got to go," Martha told both of them. "You two going to be alright?"
Rose shot a look at the Doctor that he returned. "We'll be fine," Rose confirmed, moving towards Martha to give her a friendly hug. "Thanks, Martha. For everything. Keep in touch?"
Martha grinned as Rose stepped back. "For sure." She turned to go.
"Wait," the Doctor called. "What about me?" He walked forward so he was right next to her.
"See you, Doctor," Martha smiled.
"Bye, Martha!" he grabbed her in a hug, and she put her arms around him and hugged back. This time, however, was unlike previous times they had hugged. This time, Martha wasn't trying to cling herself to him. She was keeping her distance. Hugging as a friend, and nothing more.
The Doctor smiled softly at her as she pulled back. "You're a good person, Martha Jones."
Martha stared back at him. Something crossed her eyes at that moment, something with understanding and happiness and sadness and forgiveness all rolled into one nice, neat package. She continued to stare at him, and he could see the same fiery passion as the first day they had met. Her eyes were burning with it. "I know you love her," she stated, not breaking eye contact. Refusing to break eye contact.
He replied in much the same way, eyes never wavering. "Not really a surprise."
She smiled softly.
And then he blinked, and the fire was gone.
Replaced with a happiness that the Doctor couldn't quite define, or understand.
"You'd still better answer my calls!" Martha said warmly.
The Doctor grinned. "Oh, I will!"
And Martha was gone out through the med-lab doors, turning to wave a goodbye to Rose on her way out.
She didn't say anything else.
But the Doctor could still sense that soft, happy smile.
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A/N
Well, that's the penultimate chapter finished.
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