Communications

[Texts to Molly Hooper]
>> We should both enter that sexiest doctor contest.
>> We could get ready together.

>> How are you feeling? I was going to come back and check on you, but you'd moved
>> Are you still at the hospital?

>> How is work?
>> No one's taking advantage of my office hours.
>> This is boring.

We don't know each other yet, but I'm Alma's girlfriend. My name's Beth.

So, Alma told me you're into dress-up. Thought I'd let you know that Wrex has a cheerleader thing. I can snag you a spare if you want one. Don't worry, I'm not angling for him - I'm Alma's. But hey, if I can help a hottie out, right?

[Texts to Jubilee Lee]
>> Have you ever heard of a man named Harry Dresden?
>> He's a lawyer. He replied to my post last night.
>> He wants to meet up with me to talk about my case.

>> You okay?

It was strange enough when I was having dreams about an old fashioned police box and some guy calling himself 'The Doctor'. But now I've had dreams about two different people going by the same name. One was tall, thin, spoke a mile a minute, and has messy brown hair and a long, brown trench. The other one was thin, had a very close cropped haircut, spoke more like a Northerner, and preferred a black leather jacket. But both of them called themselves the Doctor. They were similiar in some ways, but very different in others.

Each dream is a little stranger than the previous one: London during The Blitz, the end of the universe, on a spaceship fighting robots called Daleks, Cardiff in an underground base called Torch something, and some kind of a futuristic space bar full of aliens. I've actually starting keeping notes because it can't just be a coincidence that so many people are dreaming about the same stuff... can it?

People that I've spoken to on the network (or who's names I've seen) are showing up in my dreams too:
Martha Jones
Gwen Cooper
Mickey Smith
Sarah Jane Smith
Rose Tyler
And always the Doctor.

I'm starting to wonder if I'm losing my mind, or if maybe I'm finally coming down with that sickness everyone else had.

>> I think you've ruined me
>> I've never had this many fantasies run through my head before
>> It's pretty distracting
>> I'm holding you responsible x

>> So, funeral number one is Sunday. Funeral number two is Tuesday.
>> I'm leaving Saturday so I can attend funeral one's wake, and I'll be back Wednesday afternoon.
>> If you still want to come along, you can come and go whenever.
>> It's totally cool if you don't, I wont be sad or anything.