The Doctor was reading in a comfortable chair on the mezzanine level of the new control room; the TARDIS heading towards a random coordinate he had set, just because. Suddenly the whole ship lurched, stuttered and the rotating Gallefreyan calendar above the sliding core came to a complete stop.

Standing up, he straightened his jacket, and ran down the stairs to the console. Spinning the screen around to a position he could read it, he began to analyze the output. Looking puzzled; he tapped keys on the console and looked again at the screen. With an ever deepening frown, he tapped more keys. The more he saw on the screen, the more frantic the typing became.

"Now, we have a problem." The deep Scottish drawl came from behind him, he turned and saw himself standing there wearing a Gibson electric guitar and the RayBan interface for his sonic screwdriver. The figure slid the glasses down his nose, smiling from under his hoodie. "You broke it."

"I didn't break it," the doctor snapped curtly, "Anyway, who are you?"

"I'm you," the second Doctor's stare did not waver.

"OK, lets reset. You are a figment of my imagination, right?"

"Very good," the apparition was suitably impressed.

"Why do I need you at this time?"

"You know you always work better when you have someone to talk to; you know, to bounce theories off."

"And out of everyone living or dead, I picked myself?" The smile broadened and the illusion spread his hands at waist level, tilted his head in a "TA-DAH" stance.

"One question, How long have we been in this planet?"

"About fiv... Noooo, this is bad. This is really, really bad. We just arrived," He waited a few moments, staring at the chronometer, "One, Seven, Nine... This is..." His eyes flickered, he was juggling several complicated formulae in his head. He moved around the console and opened the door. Outside, everything was blood red, streamed, occasionally, by pure blue lines spreading from the left like an aura. He peered around the door to the epicentre, he saw the beginning of a nuclear explosion.

He turned back to himself, "It's a bomb." His dream self pushed the glasses back up his nose and showed his teeth in an eerie leer. "So we are at the epicentre of a temporal paradox vortex, I hate temporal paradox vortexes." He shut the door. Dramatic chords rang out from the guitar, as the "cool" Doctor took a rock stance on the stairs. "I'm an idiot," the Doctor tutted to himself as he looked at the prancing guitarist.

"Where did I leave my suit?" He wandered off into the depths of the ship, He was back after a few hours dressed in a red spacesuit. Back to the door, he opened it and reached out past the shielded perimeter established when the box materialized. Turning over his hand he felt nothing, figuring it was safe he stepped outside; nothing, he fell on his face. He looked over to the TARDIS and was surprised to find it had appeared a foot above the ground, "Huh," he thought, "I always wondered what was under there." It was just a black plane, looking further around, the entire box looked black, except the windows, which glowed a dull scarlet.

Back up on his feet the Doctor examined his surroundings: The sun low in the sky was nearly as dark as the TARDIS so it must be a blue sun. The explosion was an air burst, the most dangerous use of the weapon, ensuring maximum damage. The architecture was not from any world he had been to before. He saw lizard like people frozen in terror looking up towards the sky, all red, no other colour, with the exception of the blue lines. Tachyon fragments, he turned and saw that several of these particles had impacted the side of the TARDIS.