He was there.

No doubt about it. Right in front of him. The Doctor couldn't believe it.

But there was one. Right in front of him.

"How...?" He murmured.

"It's more of a question of 'when', wouldn't you say?" One raised an eyebrow.

"Yes..." Twelve slowly got to his feet. "Yes...I suppose...but when, then?" The wind howled around them.

"Well, first out of this cold," One started to walk back. "It's freezing and I have a scarf on! I can't imagine the biting cold you're feeling. Come along, dear boy!" Twelve had been looking around, before stopping at his TARDIS. "Ooh, I do love how it shaped up to be. It's quite beautiful. Love the exterior. I suppose I'll keep it then?"

"Chameleon circuit was broken," Twleve mustered some courage and began to walk beside his old regeneration. "Couldn't fix it-no matter how hard I-we-tried,"

"Ah, well," One tutted. "Things like that do happen," he walked inside his TARDIS. Twelve reached out to touch it, but pulled back and walked inside.

"Who on earth was out there?" Twelve gapped when he recognized the voice of Eleven. Sure enough, there was his Eleventh regeneration, leaning against the console and smiling pleasantly.

"Hello!" Eleven said cheerfully. "Didn't get bitten in the cold did you? Why are you looking at me like that?"

"Sorry," Twleve closed his mouth and swallowed. "I'm having a really weird day. First, a ship caught in a black hole. Then, two generations of the Master conspiring against me. Then, cyberman basically taking my life away, and Bill-" Twelve stopped abruptly. Eleven blinked owlishly at him.

"Two whats!?" He yelped, jumping off the console. Twelve was looking at One.

"Bill, my companion, where is she?" One sighed.

"I believe she flew off,"

"What do you mean 'flew off'?! She can't fly!"

"Masters?! Can we please get back to that?"

"Oh, hush Eleven," One looked at Eleven who bit his lip. "And Twelve, please your friend is alright. I am sure of it," he smiled and Twelve reluctantly nodded. "Now, Eleven, this is the next you," Eleven gaped. "And we are going to celebrate Christmas!" One started the TARDIS and they flew away from the icy planet.

"So," Eleven said after a moment of silence. "I get old?!"

"Really?" Twelve rolled his eyes. "Yes. Yes you do,"

"Great," Eleven said sarcastically. "I'm done-no-hang on-no! I am the last regeneration how do you exist?" He looked at Twelve in awe.

"That's the thing about me," Twleve said tiredly. "I just keep living- argh!" He gripped his wrist. Regeneration mist began to pour off it. Twelve closed his eyes and gritted his teeth concentrating.

Not today. I will not go today!

The mist disappeared.

Eleven eyed his wrist.

"You can't do that forever, you know," he said. "Eventually you have to go,"

"But I don't want to," Twelve whispered.

Suddenly, there was a loud, red, beeping noise.

"What happened?" Eleven shouted.

"Not sure," One peered at the console. Twelve closed his eyes. He had nearly forgotten One was even there. "But it seems like we're landing," they were thrown to the side.

"More like crash-landing!" Twelve cried angrily.

And so they were. Tossed around in the vortex for a moment before crashing into someone's room.

Amira Kitman woke up to the sound of a crashing.

She yawned and stretched. She smacked her lips and walked downstairs, wondering if it was the postman and what he wanted.

As she reached the living room, she froze. Because it was definantly not the postman.

Instead, it was giant blue box, crashed in the middle of her room, tipped sideways, but held slightly upright thanks to the wall.

"Aw, my tree!" Amira frowned. The box and crashed her tree.

Suddenly, three men pushed out of the box, coughing. Smoke bubbled out as well and Amira coughed with them. She peered at them. One was young and the other two were older. But one was taller and the shorter had a scarf.

"Ah, hello!" One of the older ones. The one without the scarf. "So sorry about that, what day is it?"

"December 23, 2012," Amira said cautiously. She was always wary around men.

"Ah dear," the shorter scarf one sighed. "A day too early. But that's alright. I am the Doctor, the First. These are the Doctor's, Eleven and Twelve,"

"Right," Amira said faintly. "One, Amira Kitman, two, how are there three of you? And third," her face went blank. "Doctor who?"

The three Doctors smiled.