Doctor Who: The Era Of The Doctor
Our story opens on an empty street in London, 1880. Thankfully, no one was around to hear the loud whirring of the brakes of the Blue Police Box Releasing pressure as it landed. A strange man with a frilly white shirt, with frilly cuffs stepped out of the Box.
He was an older looking gentleman, with curly, snow white hair. He wore a brown velvet coat, along with a cloak. Most people would describe him as a Dandy, others would describe him as a friend, I, describe him as the Doctor.
He stepped out of the TARDIS with a sort of pride, breathing in the fresh sea air. He has lived 2 years in this form, and yet, his two hearts have never beaten this way before. It was as though, for some odd reason, he was sad. Perhaps, he missed his home, back on Gallifrey. Or, perhaps he was just tired.
Tired of being a Time Lord, Tired of putting his life on the line for people who don't even thank him. He Walked to the end of a nearby pier and sat down, thinking of his previous lives. There was life number four, with his over-obsession of jelly-babies.
Then there was life number two, with his colorful recorder. He was always grumpy, which the Doctor now, hated. But most of all, there was life number five. He was very fashionable, and loved Cricket. And now, it was him. He didn't know what he liked anymore. It just seemed like one big game, with no winner, or an end.
"Excuse me?" a voice called from behind. "I'm looking for the Doctor, do you know where I can find him?" The Doctor stood up slowly, half smiling. "Yes I know where you ca-" He was shocked. As soon as he turned around he realized who this was.
"Good god man, what have you done to my outfit?!" The Doctor said to the man. "what do you mean YOUR outfit?!" The man said. Surprised. "I'm you, you bleedin' git!" The Doctor said.