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The first eight chapters of Universe in the Red have been laid out.

And the owner/publisher of the newspaper I work for royally chewed me out Thursday morning on the phone. Lots of fun, considering it was all based on half-truths from a client. Supposedly, he's going to call me back at some point to apologize or something, but he hasn't yet, and I've lost a lot of respect for him.

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The first eight chapters of Universe in the Red have been laid out.

And the owner/publisher of the newspaper I work for royally chewed me out Thursday morning on the phone. Lots of fun, considering it was all based on half-truths from a client. Supposedly, he's going to call me back at some point to apologize or something, but he hasn't yet, and I've lost a lot of respect for him.

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During my snooze before work, I had two Doctor Who dreams. The second one, I only vaguely remember- essentially, all the Doctors got together, including #12, and me, and another man who claimed to be Doctor #13 ... but as all the other Doctors conferred, #13 got meaner and nastier until finally everyone realized he was the Valeyard incarnation and I was actually Doctor #13.

The first dream was short, but very atmospheric and intense. Four pillars in a night-time sky are connected by Gothic arches; as lightning crashes and a storm approaches, I walk over one arch while Rory walks opposite me; we're in a race to reach Amy first. Rory is wearing his black uniform and eye patch; I am wearing a hooded cloak that hides my face, so neither of them realize that I am actually The Doctor, as seen at the end of the last story. Rory lags behind and I reach Amy at the top of an arch. I hold her shoulders in my hands and look into her eyes, ignoring her confusion and say, "I'm so sorry. Please forgive me." Rory starts to scream as the heavens fall.

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During my snooze before work, I had two Doctor Who dreams. The second one, I only vaguely remember- essentially, all the Doctors got together, including #12, and me, and another man who claimed to be Doctor #13 ... but as all the other Doctors conferred, #13 got meaner and nastier until finally everyone realized he was the Valeyard incarnation and I was actually Doctor #13.

The first dream was short, but very atmospheric and intense. Four pillars in a night-time sky are connected by Gothic arches; as lightning crashes and a storm approaches, I walk over one arch while Rory walks opposite me; we're in a race to reach Amy first. Rory is wearing his black uniform and eye patch; I am wearing a hooded cloak that hides my face, so neither of them realize that I am actually The Doctor, as seen at the end of the last story. Rory lags behind and I reach Amy at the top of an arch. I hold her shoulders in my hands and look into her eyes, ignoring her confusion and say, "I'm so sorry. Please forgive me." Rory starts to scream as the heavens fall.