A/N: My theory on what was in his room in 'The God Complex.' Spoilers for 'The Day of the Doctor' and 'The Time of the Doctor.'
The Doctor turned and behind him was a door. He could feel it there, like it was drawing nearer. His door, how ironic, it was the number eleven.
His feet moved of their own accord, closer to the door, and his hand hovered over its polished brass knob.
His mind screamed at him to stop, the Minotaur would come after him, he didn't really want to know what he was most afraid of.
Yet, curiosity overwhelmed him, the knob turned and the door creaked open. Oh. Oh. His face grew into a half smile. Well, a sad resigned smile.
"Oh. Of course, it would be you."
A man with a beard, and his eyes lined with age gazed sorrowfully at him.
Then, a blue planet with a ring of asteroids and there, a crack. A loud, bonging noise emitted from the cursed crack of light. That noise, though, it didn't make sense, he couldn't understand it. Why would he be afraid of that noise? There was something menacing about it. But, why a planet?
The crack in time, he wasn't afraid of it- it was gone.
The Doctor closed the door and continued on his way, in that strange hotel, leaving with more mystery then he had arrived with.
DWDWDWDWDWDW
The Doctor sat in his rocking chair slowly carving a wooden horse. His old wrinkled hands trembled as his knife went shink shink shink and the shavings floated gracefully to the ground.
His old head bobbed as he listened to the bonging, like a cloister bell, the question sounding across all of time and space- Doctor Who? Doctor Who? Doctor Who?
The crack shone out temptingly, Gallifrey on the other side. The Doctor wondered if he could back to that room in that maze, would his regeneration from the Time War still be there? He doubted it.
He was no longer afraid of him... Though he supposed, Trenzalore would still be there, the crack too. The crack and the question- threatening to release the horror of the Time War upon the world.
He sighed and his breath wheezed out and he continued carving the horse. He heard footsteps and a sweet voice.
"Doctor?"
Oh, Clara. The Doctor turned and his face lit up in smile. He was so pleased to see her again, one last time, before he died.
And now that he thought about it... Dying didn't seem quite as terrifying as it had a few minutes ago. Not, with his impossible girl by his side.