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Thoughts are in Italics and Bolt is written text

1. Domino!

The Doctor walked into the kitchen, he wanted to make fish fingers and custard for breakfast. He opened the freezer and looked for the fish fingers. "I'm sure that there were some left" The Doctor muttered. But he soon came to the conclusion that there weren't any left. He sighed and closed the door.

Amy must have taken the last fish fingers just before I dropped her and Rory off at their new house yesterday.

He went to make pancakes instead. He grabbed the milk and butter, but The Doctor quickly discovered that all eggs had boiled. He must have walked too closely to the kitchen when he relocated most of his stuff, including the Timey-wWmey detector. "Great." he said sarcastically and eventually settled with some toast.

After breakfast The Doctor did the dishes, which he had neglected for weeks. He didn't have his automated dishwasher anymore, Donna had forced him to get rid of it because she couldn't figure out how the machine worked and decided that he wasn't allowed to use it anymore either. She had been in such a bad mood that day that he hadn't dared to argue. It had taken him 2 weeks before he finally managed to do the dishes without breaking any plates and injuring himself, every time that had happened both Donna and the TARDIS had laughed at him. He never bothered to get a new dishwasher after Donna left.

The Doctor sighted at the thought of Donna and quickly started to think of where he would go next, now that he was alone. After everything that had happened with the Minotaur he could really use some recreation, maybe he could go to Jatzakortaz. He quickly calculated that he hadn't been there for years.

Jatzakortaz has the most beautiful beaches in the universe, the beaches have blue sand and combined with the yellow water that you could find everywhere on Jatzakortaz it just looked beautiful, almost dreamlike.

The Doctor liked Jatzakortaz for being so extraordinary, there was quite a long list of things that you could find on Jatzakortaz only, the blue beaches being one of them. With every new, find-able on Jatzakortaz only, thing he found The Doctor grew more fond of the planet. He certainly hadn't liked the planet when he found it. His first visit nearly send him in shock, well, if he was being honest he had actually been in shock, he had thought that he was hallucinating. But once he had gotten over the initial shock, he had learned how special and harmless the planet was. He had soon discovered that the yellow water was practically the same as normal water, the only difference he had been able to find was the fact that the yellow water was, well, yellow! Also on the aforementioned list was the fact that zero-gravity forests grew naturally on Jatzakortaz and that you can find those special banana trees, the bananas of those trees are wonderful, they give you this warm feeling, make you feel better and help you in whatever situation you're in at the moment you eat one, they help you forget your worries when you want to relax, they can help you think if you are working on something, they calm you down when you're panicking, actually they would help with more things than The Doctor could think of. The effects of one banana lasted about 4 hours. Those banana trees were very rare though, if you looked for them you would almost never find them, no-one has ever successfully grown them, therefore The Doctor only ate the bananas of those trees them when he was going to relax.

The Doctor quickly dismissed the thoughts about the bananas, he decided that he wouldn't go looking for those bananas when he was going to relax on one of Jatzakortaz's beaches. He hadn't any in stock anymore and it would be very stressful to go look for some. He could relax perfectly fine without them. He thought that he could go surfing, he hadn't surfed in this regeneration yet, actually he had never surfed at all! So he was wondering how that would go, but he knew that it was going to be fun. "So Jatzakortaz it is" The Doctor said out loud when he made up his mind. "now I only need to rememb-AAAGGGGHHHH!". The Doctor had been so deeply in his thoughts that he (once again) had broken a plate and heavily cut the palm of his right hand, he somehow managed to do that every time (Especially in the first weeks after he got rid of his automated dishwasher.) and he never figured out how. He cursed in Gallifreyan, then grabbed a clean towel and pressed it to the wound, he sat down on a chair and laid his arm on the kitchen table, he temporarily removed the towel, which was already soaked in blood, and looked at the wound.

it definitely needs some medical care.

He knew that Rory would be able to help him, but he heard a familiar humming coming from the TARDIS and knew that she was laughing at him and he quickly realised that both Ponds would laugh at him as well, just like Donna used to do every time he had managed to cut his hand, after he explained what had happened. He decided to do it himself and went to the infirmary.

After half an hour and more cursing he finally had his hand cleaned and bandaged. The Doctor looked at the trail of blood he had made on his way from the kitchen to the infirmary and sighted.

Why do this kind of wounds always bleed so much?

He figured that he should clean it up, otherwise the TARDIS would become very cross at him at him and that tended to be bad for his comfort. He stood up and left the infirmary and made for the cleaning closet, but when he walked past the wardrobe he stopped and decided that he probably should get changed into fresh clothes, he opened the door and walked into the wardrobe.

He was shocked at his appearance in the mirror: his clothing was full of blood, even his bow tie.

How can one cut make such a mess of my clothing? He shook his head. I really should be more careful next time.

He took a quick shower, changed into fresh clothes and walked out of the room. What he didn't know was that the TARDIS was already cross with him for throwing her manual into a supernova. Again! So she moved the door post a few centimetres to the left without him noticing. He bumped straight into the door post with his little toe "AAAHHHH!" The Doctor screamed. He cursed for the third time this day while he grabbed his foot and hopped through the corridor into the direction of the cleaning closer.

He put his foot down again by the time he arrived at the cleaning closet and the initial pain was gone, he had been through a lot of pain in his lives but even he had to admit that there was almost nothing worse than hitting your little toe, especially in this regeneration, since he happened to have a very sensitive nerve in his little toe in this body. He hated to be reminded of that every time he hit his toe, which he seemed to be doing a lot in this regeneration, of course! What he didn't know and would never find out was that the TARDIS started to use it as a way to punish him sometimes. But still, those little punishments only were the cause of 1% of all the times he hit his toe.

The Doctor opened the cleaning closet, grabbed a cleaning trolley and went back to the infirmary to start with cleaning up his blood.

It took The Doctor 3 hours to clean up his blood and the plate he had broken. It would've taken him less time if his hand hadn't been injured. When he was done he looked at the remaining dishes but decided to leave it until his hand was healed enough, he certainly wouldn't enjoy it if he got soap into his wound. He looked down at his injured hand and sighted, there wasn't much he could do without injuring it more, he realised that he probably shouldn't go to Jatzakortaz anymore, sea water and a wound tended to be a bad combination. The Doctor decided that he could go to the library and read something, that (probably) wouldn't hurt his hand.

The trouble was, finding a book he hadn't read yet or at least one that was worth reading again. He randomly walked through the sections. Until he finally walked to the detective section and stopped

Why not read a book from Agatha Christie?

And just as The Doctor reached for a copy of 'The Secret Adversary' he lost his footing and landed against the shelf, which fell over and hit another shelf, which hit another shelf and that went on and on in a huge domino effect. The Doctor managed to stand up again and looked at the falling bookshelves in shock. They kept falling for exactly 16 minutes and 37 seconds. The TARDIS was definitely going to be cross and he would have to repair everything to make up for it, which, considering the scale of the destruction, was probably going to take a few months if he would work all day long, which was something he was incapable of in 99.9% of the situation, so it would take a few years. The Doctor decided that he would have to burn most of the remains of the bookshelves since they were mostly damaged beyond repair. Then he would move all the books that survived into an empty room until he had build new shelves. He went to the console room to program some rooms that would help with that.

The Doctor walked into the console room and stopped dead. He could tell that something was wrong but he didn't know what. It took him 1 minute and 23 seconds to check the whole console room but he couldn't find anything that was different. He sat down on the pilot chair, looked up, yelped in surprise and jumped up. He looked at the roof in shock. "How's that possible!" the Doctor wondered. The roof was about 200 meters higher than it should've been. He quickly went through all possible explanations in his head and eventually concluded that the destruction of the library must have given the TARDIS such a shock that she accidentally raised the roof in the console room and probably changed some other things in other rooms, without being able to correct it herself. If this was true he should be able to find all the accidental changes in the log.

The Doctor headed to the console to look for said log when the TARDIS started to shake and rotate without warning. The Doctor quickly realised that the TARDIS never rotated and therefore concluded that there had to be something wrong with at least one of the stabilisers. Unfortunately, The Doctor couldn't find anything to grab and fell hard on the ground. Just after he managed to get up again, the rotating and shaking increased and he was sent flying throughout the console room. After 3 minutes and 46 seconds, the spinning and shaking seemed to slow down. The Doctor crashed hard into a wall with his right arm. He could feel his wrists breaking and he would've heard it if it wasn't for the cloister bell that started to sound throughout the TARDIS.

Just when The Doctor took a breath in relief, thinking the worst of it was over, the TARDIS flipped. The Doctor realised that he couldn't feel the ground below his feet anymore so he looked down, he yelped in surprise when he found himself about 200 metres above the ground with nothing to hold on. He started falling to what previously had been the roof. The fall took less than 5 seconds. Fortunately, just before he hit the floor The Doctor managed to grab a cable and he hoped that it wouldn't break when put under the force it was about to get under. Luckily for The Doctor, the cable didn't break, but when he put the force of the fall on his wrists, they wrists complained instantly, especially his right one since it was already broken, and not to mention the pain that went through his right hand which he had wounded earlier this day. He screamed from the pain, he didn't have to check his right arm to know that he wouldn't be able to use it for a few days.

Hell, I probably can't use it for a few weeks!

The Doctor looked down and saw that he was about 10 metres above the roof-turned-into-floor. He decided to hold onto the cable instead of letting it go and drop those last 10 metres, which (he had to admit) was very tempting since both of his arms were hurting and were doing their best to let him know that, successfully. But if he let go he could be in more danger than when he kept holding onto the cable. He knew that there was something horribly wrong with at least one of the TARDIS' stabilisers and that she could start spinning again, or worse.

Flip again!