Introduction
His head was spinning, he could barely feel his legs. It didn't help that the floor kept moving – was it the floor or was he on the ceiling? He held his head in his hands as he tried to steady himself, squeezing his eyes shut. What was this feeling in his gut? It was like motion sickness. Interesting… A sudden jolt caused him to fall forward, crashing against the floor. Where was he? Why was this happening to him? Was there no one else during this earthquake? He pulled himself across the floor towards the centre, realising slowly he was in some kind of vessel. He knew this place but he couldn't place it.

Slowly, he pulled himself up to the podium in the middle. Now he was conscious of a familiar whirring noise, it had intensified as he slowly moved to his feet. He tried to remember where he was, where he was going. Wasn't there supposed to be someone driving this thing? Oh… He was starting to remember, he was the driver. This was his ship. His ship was crashing. Normally, this would have woken him up and he would have jumped into action. Then again, normally he wouldn't feel so… floozy.

Pieces were steadily coming together in his head. He had dropped Clara off back home – at least he hoped it was home. He was known for dropping off companions in a variety of places… he then remembered being taken to some kind of space station and… then he…

Regeneration. Everything was starting to fall into place. He was a Time Lord. He had been given another round of regenerations after the fight in Trenzalore and now he was alone again. He tried to press some buttons but then the urge came across him and he had to do the normal assessment. First he started out with his head, scrunching his hair as he felt a cascade of curls and made a note to gel that down… a quick glance in a metal button revealed he was still not ginger… then he glanced at his darker skin and dark eyes, his button nose and thin lips. All he could think of was "I need a new bowtie…" as he began to press buttons. He could remember a prior regeneration who loved bowties – why had that changed with his most recent? Well, he was bringing that baby back. Now… where was he going? His eyes moved to the screen, revealing he was over the United States in the 21st Century.
Right and now he needed to remember his name. There was something there that his mind was trying to push away, he couldn't bring that name forward but there was another one. A title. He remembered, a grin on his face as he felt in his pocket a sonic screwdriver. He was… The Doc-

Kurt's
It was another dreary day in Lima. Kurt awoke, like he did everyday, disappointed that he hadn't yet gotten out of this town. The town where he was held back from his full potential. Sure, for the most part he acted like he knew what he was doing but it was getting hard not to feel stuck. He longed for New York, the city where he could unleash his full talent. The City where you could be whatever you wanted.

Slowly he climbed out of bed and moved to the bathroom to begin his cleansing routine. It took a lot of work for him to look this fabulous – even if no one in this backward town could appreciate it. He sighed as he gazed at his reflection. Another day of being pushed into lockers, being called gay… that's all that awaited him. Even in Glee Club, where he was supposed to feel welcome and appreciated, he was stuck in the back as Rachel's backing singer. It was getting harder and harder to be okay with life, but Kurt wasn't going to let anything get to him. He knew he had to keep going because life wasn't easy. Just sometimes… it'd be nice to have a day that breaks the norm of life in Ohio.

It was cold. The floor beneath him was cold and hard against his back. He groaned, his head killing him as he began to come to. He looked around him, going through the process again. He was in the TARDIS… he moved to the console and checked the screen. Lima, Ohio, 2014. Well, hardly his most exotic location but exciting things happened everywhere. With a small nod to himself, he moved to the door before tripping over his trousers. Ah. This regeneration was shorter than the last few… he was going to need a costume change.

He was in the wardrobe for what felt like hours, holding up clothes and chucking aside those that were too big for this form. Then he needed to gage what he liked, his regeneration was still going and he couldn't decide on whether he was going casual or smart. After much deliberation, he stepped out of the wardrobe. The curls were securely pinned down (with added sonic to keep them tamed) and he wore a mustard yellow suit, with added sweater vest. He was well aware that this form looked far too young for such an outfit, but maybe it will prevent him being treated like a child.

With his costume on and his screwdriver and psychic paper in hand, The Doctor stepped out of his TARDIS and onto a quiet suburban street. Slowly he looked around, his screwdriver out as he tried to scan his surroundings. It was rare that the TARDIS would crash land somewhere if there wasn't some alien activity that he could investigate. And, as expected, he got a signal. Now all he had to do was follow the signal.