As the Doctor was in his hanging seat below the console fixing the wiring to the Tardis, the door creaked open. Wondering who it might be, he dropped the wires he'd been splicing more for something to do while Amy and Rory were having a romantic dinner for two, hopped out of his seat, and climbed the stairs to the main level of the control room.
Standing in the doorway peering around the room was a man of somewhat untidy appearance with mussed straight black hair who was wearing a long black coat with a handkerchief half hanging out of his pocket, an untidy blue dress shirt with open collar and a bowtie hanging loose, and baggy checked brown trousers. A man he knew as well as himself, because at one point he had once been himself.
He wondered at the other Doctor's purpose for being here as the appearance of a prior incarnation of himself always heralded an epic disaster of some sort that required more than one of him to sort out.
"You've redecorated." the other Doctor said after he'd finished inspecting the Tardis control room.
"Yes I have." he replied.
"I don't like it." the other Doctor said before he turned and walked out, slamming the door behind him.