Someplace....somewhen....things skitter through Melissa's mind.
The dressmaker takes some measurements and goes off muttering to
herself, wondering how to design a dress when she can't be sure precisely
what size the bride will be on the day. (re: 8480).
The Master looked uncomfortable. "I must say, I seem to be rather
lacking in ideas at the moment." (re: 8528)
"I'm afraid she no longer exists." the Doctor replied. (re: 8488).
"Huh?" Melissa asks thickly as she blearily looks around the room that
she finds herself in. She closes her eyes again and awaits the dizziness
to subside, wondering if she ate something to cause those weird dreams.
Weird they had been, up to and including a "time machine" that looked like
an English Police call box and owned by a strange man who dressed up like
he was the Phantom of the Opera (minus the mask).
That last part about her not existing.....now THAT was a laugh....
She just didn't feel....like laughing right now.
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 She nearly screams
as suddenly the room seems to surge and grow around her......
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