The 11th Doctor sailed peacefully in the TARDIS through the Time Vortex. He spun around, about to ask the Ponds where to land next, then realized they were gone. He then turned the other way yelling. "Well baby, it seems we are alone at last!" To find that River was also gone, somewhere distant in the Wibbly Wobbly of the Timey Wimey. He sighed then turned again with a raised finger, ready to point, but found that no one was in the control room.
The TARDIS was lonely now that the companions grew up. He twiddled with the controls in a mopey fashion. He set coordinates to fly through the Medusa Cascade. To gather his thoughts. In the meantime, he went to the wardrobe. He looked through all of the old clothes. Reminiscing the old lives he had, and the adventures. Nearing 3 seconds from arriving at the Cascade, a shot of turbulence racks of the wardrobe fell and the TARDIS shook with so much power, that the panels seemed to multiply, and revert to the old style.
The TARDIS then settled, and The Doctor poked his head out of the fallen clothes. He looked around and heard muffled yells from beneath. Soon other heads arose. They looked at each other, and 11 stood, and the other newcomers did as well. They all examined each other, but only 11 recognized them all. "Well...That's not good." He said before a final jolt hit the TARDIS and it flipped, sending the Doctor and the newcomers through the TARDIS, and out the front doors. 11 whispered to the others. "Well Doctors. Welcome to a new world." He said with a smile and a look of wonder at the new plane of Traverse Town.