The Doctor woke up and looked around, he was in bed in one of the hotel rooms. He remembered that he had regenerated, he sighed. He felt like ranting, his organs felt different, he wondered what he might look like, but strangely he almost felt the same.

'What if I'm not ginger?!' he thought in a sudden moment of panic. He tried to move, then he realised McKenzie was cuddled up to his side and his arm was around her. He smiled, then he remembered what had happened to her.

Her hair was different, now it was white and straight. He didn't know what could have happened to her after being hit. He tried to wake her.

"Doctor!" she jumped up and took a deep breath. She was struggling to breathe "What?! I… blood… light?"

He noticed they were no longer covered in his blood.

"I suppose it's something to do with the hotel... keeping everything clean." he held McKenzie still, "McKenzie, calm down… you need to breathe," he took deep breaths with her till she calmed, "You were hit by my regeneration… I don't know what could have happened to you... but are you ok?"

"I think so... but... regeneration... you said you would change…?" McKenzie tilted her head as she looked over The Doctor.

"Yes I know, I'm sorry," The Doctor hung his head, "It's a thing Time Lords do... it's a way of cheating death, I haven't left you though… It's still me–"

"Well, of course it is… you haven't changed, you look the same." McKenzie placed her hand on his cheek and pulled his face up to look at her. She smiled reassuringly.

"I.. I do?" he looked over to the mirror. He looked exactly the same.

"George said… this place, gives you what you want… maybe it has something to do with that?" McKenzie asked.

"It couldn't be..." he said, "I must still be in the first twenty-four hours of my regeneration cycle… I haven't changed" he smiled, then saw McKenzie in the reflection next to him, her eyes widened.

"You're right, but I certainly have…" she brushed her hair out of her face.

The Doctor looked over her. Her eyes had changed, one was golden instead of green, still glowing, one with radiation and the other with energy.

"Your eyes..." he said.

"Doctor… I feel strange" she took another few deep breaths.

"Again, there's no telling what could have happened to you…"

"It feels like I'm not breathing quickly enough…" she exhaled a golden stream of energy. They looked at each other, wide eyed and completely shocked, "I didn't used to do that… did I?"

"No… you didn't… What do you feel, right now?"

"I don't know… my head is swimming…" she got up and stood in the middle of the room "I feel… I feel like… everything. Everything at once. I can feel everything! Hearts beating– people rushing– planets spinning– stars burning… it hurts. My head, it hurts! But it feels so… so real"

The Doctor grabbed her by the shoulders "I feel that. I feel that all the time!"

"It feels like falling…"

"And you're just clinging to the skin of whatever tiny world you find yourself on"

"What happens if we let go…?"

They locked eyes with each other and stared unblinkingly.

"My eyes...?" she asked, completely breaking the tension.

"What?"

"You said my eyes... what about them?" she looked in the mirror.

"They're still pretty..." he said, although not out loud, he couldn't help thinking it, then worried himself because he knew she could probably hear it… Although she shouldn't be able to.

"Gosh!" McKenzie glared at herself in the mirror, "They're two dif– Wait you think my eyes are pretty?" she turned to him, seemingly having forgotten about her appearance.

"Yes– No– I didn't say that– Don't change the subject!" he stuttered.

"Fine," she tried not to laugh, "What does this mean?"

"I… I don't know." The Doctor froze, his eyes were wide, almost mad. He looked her in the eyes, took her hand in his and felt her heart beat again, it was quick. They held their breath and kept eye contact. She placed her hand on his, slowly moved it over and felt a second heartbeat. They gasped, let go of each other and turned around.

"What… what happened?" she asked.

"I… For once, I honestly don't know…" he replied. The Doctor took out his sonic screwdriver and pointed it at her, he checked it and looked astonished, "Still partly you... But now you're–"

"Partly you..." she turned to him and took his hand, "What does this mean?"

"Well… it depends. I mean… I feel– um…" his words trailed off and he awkwardly rubbed the back of his neck, unsure of what to say.

She held his hands and looked deep into his eyes.

"I think I'm still empathic, so… I could say for you, if you like...?" she tried to hold back her grin as her cheeks flushed pink.

"If you know, then I don't have to say, do I?" he smiled a little helplessly.

McKenzie could feel the excitement coming from him, it was hard to contain herself. She smiled "It's good though… really good!"

They held each other tightly.

"Thank you…" she said, squeezing him a little extra.

"For what?" he asked, looking down at her.

"For staying with me, at least now I know that you're ok… and I can say goodbye." she looked down and bit her lip.

"Goodbye?" he pulled her chin up to face him and look at her in disbelief, "Sorry, but I'm not leaving you… not now…"

"But what about–"

"Wait a minute." he shushed her and started pacing the room.

"What?"

"Say what you just said, exactly how you said it." he pointed to her.

"What?" McKenzie repeated.

"Before that." he clasped his hands together and pressed them to his lips.

"Thank you?"

"After that."

"For staying with me…?"

"Yes!" he pointed to her again, "What did you mean by that?"

"Well, I got knocked out, I figured you brought me here..?"

"No… I woke up here holding y–" he paused, "I woke up here, I assumed you brought me?"

McKenzie laughed "Have you seen yourself? You're ripped!" she stopped and blushed a little, "Sorry, you're a big guy, how am I supposed to carry you? I'd be dragging you up the stairs!"

"Then who–" The Doctor stopped, "Oh no…"

"The TARDIS!" they said together before running downstairs.

The TARDIS was nowhere to be found.

"It's gone!" McKenzie said.

"No… NO!" The Doctor angrily slammed his hands against the wall "You listen to me. Whoever you people are, you give back my ship NOW. I can be you're worst nightmare! I'm the oncoming storm! Listen to me!" he hit the wall again.

"Doctor!" McKenzie grabbed his wrist before he hit the wall again, she was gritting her teeth like it was difficult to keep control, "They're not going to listen, you've got to calm down… they'll just knock us out and erase our memories…"

"They've got my ship, they could be doing anything…"

"Well, you locked it… right? They can't get in if the doors are locked?"

He rummaged in his pockets and pulled out his key.

"I mean… it was grown on Gallifrey, there's no way they could know anything about it. They couldn't figure out how it works." McKenzie shrugged.

He took a deep breath and straightened himself out, "You're right…"

It too a moment for it to click in their minds but they realised together and stared for a moment, "Wait… how did I know that?" McKenzie asked.

"I don't know... do you remember anything?" The Doctor half-heartedly looked over his shoulder at her.

She thought for a moment "I... I remember everything... my family, my home... everything! But, this is fantastic! Doctor I've got my memories back!" she wandered around in the corridor, her eyes glazed over like she could see all of her memories happening before her eyes.

"That's great McKenzie..." he smiled weakly.

"But wait... some of these are wrong," he expression changed from wonder to confusion, "That's... that's Gallifrey and that's your family!" she seemed a little dizzy.

"Sorry, what?" The Doctor turned to her.

"All these memories flooding in my head... the daleks, ood, silence, cybermen..."

"McKenzie..."

"And so many regenerations... recorder, jelly babies, celery, umbrella!"

"McKenzie!"

"Names and faces... Rose, Martha, Donna, Jack, Amy, River, Clara... So many people! The Master–"

"Stop!" he shouted, it seemed to echo in the silence of the hotel corridors.

She shook her head, "Gosh... I'm sorry... I'm so sorry."

"It's fine..."

"How do I know all of this... your memories...?"

"Somehow you've picked up more than just my anatomy..."

"Gosh... Are... are you ok?" she put her hand on his shoulder.

"I'm fine" he said, shrugging it off and walking away.

The Doctor went back to the room. McKenzie stayed in the bar, she looked around; the stage was clear and the room was empty, like whomever had stopped running the program they had for her. Now it was nothing more than a nicely decorated prison cell. She hopped over the bar and rummaged through the cupboards. She sighed "Empty…" she looked around and found a pile of napkins, for some reason, they were still here… The same she had written on when she first met The Doctor. She started to fold the napkin. She closed her eyes and rummaged through her thoughts, she had memories, her own as well as The Doctor's. She remembered Florran and Gallifrey. Both beautiful sights, bright green forests and huge golden cities. She tried to block out The Doctor's memories, the time war, the fall of the Time Lords… What he had to do… She shed a tear… Then other faces… 13 other faces… changing history, saving the planet, the people… She smiled and opened her eyes. She had made the napkin into a swan.

She blocked out the last of his memories and went upstairs to find The Doctor.