It all happened so fast. He didn't quite know what to do. Looking down at his hands he wondered if it were all in his head. Though he didn't recognize the fingers he viewed, surely they had to be the same. He scrambled around the massive room that surrounded him in a desperate search to find a mirror, a reflection, anything that would allow a glimpse of himself. He sprinted down the hall, turning left, right, and left again. He knew exactly where he needed to go but for some strange reason couldn't find his direction. Suddenly, his feet came to a screeching stop, almost making him topple over. A mirror hung from a nail on the wall. He took a deep breath, reached up his hand to adjust his bowtie, and slowly turned his head.
"Oh my...", he whispered, shocked, as he stared at the face in the mirror.
24 Hours Before
The Doctor walked along side his newest companion, Clara, down the streets of London, England in the year 2104. Trees of metal towered over their heads. He thought to himself, "Of all the places she could ask to go, she picks the year 2104! What a silly girl, picking such an uneventful year." As the thought passed his mind, a chill ran up his back. Clara turned, shot him a smile and asked if all was well with him.
"Ah, yes, everything is just wonderful!"
And indeed, he thought it was all peachy keen. He was so confident in the perfectness of the situation, thinking nothing could go wrong, he failed to realize that Clara was in fact leading them as if she knew exactly where it was they were headed. Every twist and every turn, The Doctor just walked along, discussing past and future with Clara, not having a single doubt cross his mind. That is, until, Clara made an abrupt stop right in front of a large, seemingly windowless building. It had to be at least 20 stories high and had just one door as far as he could see.
"Clara, why have we stopped here? I'm sure there is a much prettier part of the town we can see." The Doctor suggested in a state of anxiety.
"Why see the pretty when we can experience the best?" Clara replied, suddenly looking rather menacing, a look The Doctor had never once seen before on this precious, sweet face. She grabbed hold of his hand and walked onwards to the lone door. She gave a peculiar knock and as it began slowly creaking open The Doctor grabbed her face and pointed it towards his.
"I think it's time we get out of...", he began to say but was cut short by the sudden darkness that fell over his eyes. The last thing he caught a glimpse of was Clara's face chuckling as she let go of his hand and he fell to the ground.