"Hello my old friend"
Those were the first words the Twelfth Doctor said. Those were the first words the Twelfth Doctor said to the TARDIS. Immediately afterwards he let out a chuckle. His new Scottish burr had taken him completely by suprise. An ode to Amelia Pond if ever there was one...if only he was ginger too...
He studied himself in a mirror hanging off the console. He was older, definetly. Grey hair...not ginger.
A mist of golden light was still hovering around his palms. It wasn't over. He quickly realised that he wasn't getting anywhere fast. Steerings a bit off. At least this time there wasn't any trees to bump into...
He felt extraordinarily different. More different than last time. Older. Wiser. Well, maybe not wiser.
He took the raggedy bow tie from around his neck.
New new Doctor.