Eleventh : So ! What's next ? Let's see… Oh Boromeo ! You remember this planet ? Great trip ! A long time ago but I'm curious to see what happened after we left. Nice people there, I liked them. Hm ? No ?
A deep silence felt. Just a little heavier than usual, by the way.
Eleventh : Damn. Sometimes, I would leave a whole galaxy into the Void just to give you the ability of speech.
Sorry to be an antique, Doctor, but you knew that right from the start !
Around an hundred years have passed since his last regeneration. It's always weird, a regeneration. Something is always happening to him. Between Ninth and Tenth, you collapsed for hours, before fighting the Sycorax in pyjama. But this time, for Eleventh, I've suffered with him. Well, I didn't expect to turn to Type 40 so suddenly ! So, he couldn't keep control. He had difficulties enough to put one foot in front of the other ! We almost crashed on a garden shed ! I don't want to imagine the face those people would have made. A raggedy mad man with his Blue Box, destroying half their garden ! What a trauma if there would have been kids. Well, in fact, yes, I can imagine how this would have looked like. Exactely, actually.
Anyway ! He's still walking round and round ! Boromeo, seriously, this planet is so creepy ! And that clown was really freaking out ! There must be a place in the universe we've never been to !
And, honestly, stop speaing on your own. You know I'll never reply to you…
Eleventh : Ready ? Let's go to Boromeo !
Tardis : Flight details… Locked. Destination… Planet Boromeo, Milky Way Galaxy. Type… Terrestial planet. Atmosphere… Breathable.
Eleventh : Come on, do you really have to repeat all of this details each time ?
*PAF*
Idiot, you haven't changed the default settings ! And if you want to change that, you shouldn't throw my manual in a supernova ! And stop hitting my screen when I « talk » to you !
Tardis : Alert… Imminent crash. Alert…
Eleventh : HEY, HEY, HEY, WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON ! TARDIS, WHAT TH…
Tardis : Imminent crash. Alert … Imminent crash. Alert … Immi…
Eleventh : Come on, come on, come on, let's see.. Hmmm… Stabilizers ?
Tardis : Stabilizers… Locked.
Eleventh : LOCKED ? What do you mean locked ? They can't be locked ! I didn't even touch the lever ! Anyway, unlock them ! And hurry up !
Hello, panic on board !
Eleventh : Interface !
Tardis : Interface… Online. Yes Doctor ?
Eleventh : General scan ! We're falling ! Tell me ! What's wrong ? Space density ? Global shields ? Main engine ?
Tardis : Scanning in progress… Scanning in progress…
Eleventh : Come on, dear, HURRY UP !
Tardis : Scan complete. No important alterations. Main engine and accessories 100% functional.
Eleventh : WHAT ? BUT WE'RE FALLING ! CAN'T YOU SEE THAT ?! CHECK THE LATITUDE ! WE ARE… Oh wait. Damn.
So, yes, right now, the Doctor and I, crashed. I, the Tardis, crashed. Except there wasn't any shock, and any particular move neither. In fact, we didn't fall or anything. Since our taking-off, we've already landed. And the Doctor didn't delay to realise it.
Eleventh : We're in the Time Vortex.
