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Atlanta Dark dreams always differ, but they always start the same. A blue police box.
Being a UNIT agent has its perks, and Atlanta knows this. But ever since the dreams, she quickly climbed the ranks. Her 'intuition' as her boss calls it, is one UNIT hasn't seen for ages. But she's treated as insane whenever she brings up the dreams.
Can a familiar (and ever changing) face bring her back to reality?