Hi everyone, I wrote this last night instead of sleeping and figured I may as well publish it here! I hope you all enjoy!

(P.S. If anyone knows if the sentient bandages have a name, this information would be gratefully received!)

The Doctor lay in her new bed (incredibly snuggly and pretty much perfect) and stared up at the ceiling, admiring the new decorations. The TARDIS had really outdone herself this time. Then again, she was certain that she thought that every new regeneration, after all the TARDIS remodelled to suit each version of herself, so she must have thought that, hadn't she? She was sure she could remember thinking that each time.

Thirteen tried not to let the words of the sentient bandages get to her. It was normal to forget things, she was over 1200 years old, she'd go mad if she didn't forget things. It was fine. The things had just been able to see inside her mind, they had picked up on her insecurities and they had fed on them. That was it. She wasn't an alone, abandoned 'Timeless Child' or whatever they had said she had been.

The Doctor tried to stop her mind wandering in that direction. She wasn't alone. It didn't matter that she always ended up alone, in the end. She always found new people. And life wasn't about staying the same forever, it was about change and new experiences, and that was okay. This regeneration was meant to be bubbly and optimistic and she was absolutely not going to let sentient murderous bandages change that.

Besides, the others were all down the hall, probably either still awake, marvelling at how big the TARDIS was, or asleep, exhausted (and hopefully not too traumatised) from their experiences on their first alien planet.

They had said they had wanted to stay, before she'd been about to open the doors and let them back out into 2018 Sheffield, they had said they'd wanted to see more planets. So, hopefully they would stay, at least for a bit, and they wouldn't end up like Bill (or countless others) had, and she would have friends and company for a while.

Things would be okay, they would sort themselves out, and really, she should be sleeping like the others were, recovering from her last regeneration, not worrying about what telepathic bandages thought of her. Determined, Thirteen closed her eyes and resolved to sleep.

The next morning, the Doctor opened her door to the sounds of splashing. Apparently, the TARDIS had a swimming pool again.

She followed the noise to an open door in the next corridor, where Graham could be seen about to jump off a diving board to the encouraging cheers of Yaz and Ryan. She watched, smiling, as Graham waved at her and then bombed into the pool, spluttering upon resurfacing.

"Join us!" Yaz said, laughing. "The costumes are in the room over there!"

"How does this thing have a swimming pool?" Ryan asked, apparently still in awe. "Nothing makes sense here! It's mad!"

After changing quickly out of her pyjamas and into a swimming costume with horizontal stripes across the chest (clearly, the TARDIS was familiar with her new style), the Doctor raced back towards the pool, jumping in and making sure to spray them all with water when she did so. As the three of them retaliated, sending what could be considered tidal waves towards her as she came up for air. She grinned.

The bandages was wrong. She wasn't alone. She had friends.

Her new life was brilliant!