The Doctor stared up at the slowly moving time rotor, thinking of nothing but Rose. Just a little while earlier, he'd found one of her jackets, tossed carelessly on the floor of a corridor.
He'd picked it up, and out fluttered a small piece of paper with her handwriting on it. She had written down what several scientific phrases meant- ones that he remembered stumping her with. She must have looked them up in the TARDIS library.
It had made him totally depressed. Now he couldn't stop thinking about her.
He hoped the TARDIS would bring him somewhere distracting. Somewhere with a problem he could solve.
But that would have been too easy. So when the TARDIS's console erupted with sparks, and the screen began emitting loud alarm sounds, he'd pretty much known it was going to.
But he never would have expected what was actually happening.
As it were, it took him several seconds to process what was happening.
Because there was no possible way in the universe that it COULD actually be happening.
None. Nada. Zip.
But there it was, defying every law in the universe and time.
3 different universes, about to collapse on each other. About to form one mashed up, totally wrong universe.
There was no way to stop it. But he had to get out of their way. He frantically pulled levers, pushed buttons and turned handles.
The TARDIS materialized on a street corner in London, the very second before the universes smashed together.
And suddenly, utter chaos broke out.
