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Beating and killing the crap out of some Mogs felt damn good, in my dreams I'm finally out of their grubby hands, but the hunt for Four is on now.

It feels like a step behind him and once it seems like I caught up to him, I woke up.


I've been looking for the boy for what feels like a month in my dreams, it's frustrating!



Going to down a pot of coffee and get to work on a car that I said would be done today.

Nothing quite like hearing "Would you quit that already!?" from the other room, going to investigate and finding out that K9 decided to play Les Miserables at my dad for some reason. And of course I'm not getting any sort of answer on what prompted the decision. Because why would my dad or K9 tell me that?

Alien robot dogs and Time Lords, making Friday nights interesting.