"I don't want to go!"
The Doctor's body was breaking down. It had started as soon as he had absorbed that energy from the nuclear bomb. Saved Wilfred. He'd said goodbye now. He began to glow. Hang on, he thought. This is way more violent than anything I'm used to. The pulsating energy out of him was far stronger and far more destructive than the other regenerations he'd done over the years. He could faintly see a column inside the TARDIS' console room knocked over. The windows at the doors of his ship were smashed out. And he could feel it going down. But then... it stopped. It all stopped.
He was lying down. On a couch. "Who do we have here?" an old man asked, curiously peering at the Doctor as he lay on the couch. And the Doctor was shocked – he could have sworn that he'd had that voice eight regenerations ago. He sprang up with a start. "Oh, it's that one. I met you – did you put your shields up in the end?" The Doctor recognized that voice. "No. I still crashed into the Titanic." "We've been there how many times now?" the fourth Doctor asked. "I bolstered the count up to 16. Visited any more times then?" the ninth Doctor asked. "No. It was a starship. Floating above earth. Hang on, how did I get here? More importantly, where is here?"
"Indiana. A farm in stinking Indiana," his immediate predecessor replied. "But I was..." "Regenerating." All of the Doctors surrounding him managed to finish his thought in sync. "How did you know?" he asked. "We all got here the same way. Someday, the guy who follows you might show up." The sixth Doctor replied. "I only had to wait a couple of days." The eighth Doctor said. "I can't stay here. I have to... move on." the Doctor was getting agitated now. These men were him, but they obviously didn't understand him like he understood them. "No-one's tried leaving before." The second Doctor said. "Well I'm different." The Doctor replied, defiantly. "Must have been a violent regeneration." The seventh Doctor whispered to the third.
The Doctor grabbed some supplies from the kitchen inside the small house he was in and headed away from the farm. "You won't survive ten seconds out there," a man called. He caught the Doctor by surprise – he wasn't him. "There are creatures. Monsters. Some called them aliens. But this is Earth – everyone's just been abducted." "Who are you?" "Name's Howard Bristol. This here farm's mine. I've been alone, aside from some passers-by, for years now. And we always hear the screams of people dying who leave this farm. They come and go." "I'm leaving – I'm going to find my way."
"Good luck with that."