It was dark when consciousness flew in for the Doctor. In sight was the inside of his eyelids, and that was all. A bright light tried to push its way through but it only made the sight seem like it is glowing. Into his ears flowed the soft noise of something familiar, something that moved making noise as it did so. Almost like a beeping sound, but it was pulled out into a longer droning noise. All he knew was that it was familiar to him, accompanying this outside noise was the inside noise of his hearts beating in sync.

It took a few moments for him to realise that he felt a cool object pressing against his back. His hands were bare against whatever this material was; he thought it to be metal, wherever he was it was somewhere he knew. As though he had temporary amnesia, it suddenly all came back to him. Who he was, where he was and what he was.

But this was a new form of this, his former self was gone and a new one was in its place; as though it was a completely different person with memories of past lives. Susan, Ian, Peri, Romana, Micky, Donna, Rory, Amy, Clara, so many years, so many people gone for so many different reasons. Past regenerations weren't like this, they were full of excitement and wonder of what his new body and personality would hold. But this, no.

His eyes flickered open and he was met with green, it was a massive change to the metallic colours that usually filled the TARDIS. Glancing to the left he saw the silver metal glistening under the bright lights, oval holes in the flooring leading down to the bottom of the box.

Slowly pushing himself up a pain sprinted through his veins causing a hiss to escape his lips. He paused with his hands pressing against the metal, small oval shaped circles pressing into his skin and leaving light marks. It only took him a minute or so to get enough strength back to push himself fully up. It had been twelve regenerations since his first form, he was beginning to tire and each time it grew more painful. A groan escaped his lips as he put his weight onto his feet and grabbed a metal pole for support.

His head lifted up and he glanced around the TARDIS for the second or third time, everything was green. A dark green granted but it was still a green, his console seemed wider and the buttons stood out. They were lighter than the actual console, so they would stand out more. Looking up to the top he noticed that a jell type substance in the was in a glass container reaching the ceiling was changing colours. It was purple, and then red, and then green! It seemed to keep changing as though it was waiting for something to stick on. Not even a smile crossed the Doctor's face as he walked over to it staring. His eyes averted to the ceiling behind the glass container, around the edge of the walls were swirling designs of different shapes and colours. Something new.

Suddenly a thought occurred to him causing his eyes to widen slightly. "Oh, I look different don't I?" A smirk faded onto his lips as he slowly blinked and looked around quickly. Something inside him felt playful, but another side could push that away which would cause a smile to falter in a heartbeat.

Walking around the console he bent down seeing a few draws built into the console, he pulled open the draw seeing a mirror. Grabbing the mirror he looked into it wondering what he would look like now. Staring at his reflection for a few moments only one thought entered his head, it then flowed out his lips.

"Damn, still not a ginger."

His hair was short and messy, which he thought must have been his style. His eyes were a dull green; the spark seemed to be missing. The most defining part of his face was his jawline which seemed to stick out. It looked sharp enough to cut a knife. His body was lanky and he seemed to have gotten taller than his previous self, everything seemed different. But he liked it. Different was good.

Walking around the console a smirk crossed his lips, his insides hurt but he began to feel playful. But not just playful, he began to fell suddenly serious as memories flooded back to him from his previous reincarnations. Inside him a wall was built, from that moment he knew that something inside him would close himself off from everyone else. But that was a good thing, from previous incidences he realised that by closing himself off and building an invisible brick wall around him he would be able to save others from himself.

Glancing to the left away from the console he saw a screen, it projected an image of bright colours swirling in multiple colours and patterns. Walking over he glanced around it before a light bulb popped in his head. "Brilliant" He muttered turning back around and marching towards the console. He began to press buttons and flip switching walking around the control system as though it was a dance between him and his TARDIS.

A jolt of what looked like lightening flashed upon the screen and he looked up grinning slightly. It was a mad, insane type of grin, something only he would get. It only took a few seconds more of pressing buttons and turning switches for his hand to grab onto a red leaver. It stuck out the most against the other buttons; the handle was bright red as though it was an apple on a tree. Looking to the screen for a moment he smirked before turning back to the lever and pulling it down. He felt his body push backwards as the speed of the TARDIS increased and the flying became more hectic. He grabbed onto the handles under his console and smirked, his hair flying in every direction and at every angle. Only a few moments later something jolted the whole blue box, his feet lifted from the ground and slammed back down but his grip on the handles remained tight. Everything was moving fast while a grin was stuck on his lips, as though it was placed there and stuck down with super glue. His body slowly curled upwards from an arch to a straight line, he looked up at his console panel. His TARDIS. Behind him papers flew and lights flashed, it was chaos as he shot through time and space to a destination which was handpicked for one reason only, because it was meant to be.

It was written in time and space that the TARDIS would travel to this location and something would happen there and whatever that something was, there would be a reason for it. He was meant to travel to this destination, but what could the reason be? His thoughts were wondering over several different ideas of what could face him when a sudden jolt stopped the time travelling machine in its tracks.

But the Doctor wasn't prepared for that. He jumped up and fell backwards letting go of the handles and falling to the floor. He was lying down, face up, his back on the cool metal with the oval shaped cuts jabbing into his back. His hands flat on the surface. It took a few moments for his eyes to flicker open, he was met with green. A soothing colour after all the madness that he had just ensued. He pushed himself up quickly and glanced around, his back hurting just a little bit. But it was something which wouldn't be too noticeable after a few steps. His eyes darted towards the screen; it would show him where he had landed.

His eyebrows furrowed for a moment, his feet still. But a moment was all that it took; he walked around the console and up to the screen. His head tilted slightly and a hum escaped his thin lips. A cool breath was sighed out.

On the screen was a street, at either edge he could see greenery. His TARDIS had landed in a gap between two hedges! Only his luck. Looking out to the street he began to get his baring, he looked to the corner of the screen noticing the time, date and year. He chewed his lip for a few moments before a grin flashed on his lips. He had hardly the time to look at his attire before but now he glanced down and he saw a dark green vest suit type clothing, it had golden swirls on it making a random pattern. With the vest was a white shirt with the sleeves rolled back to his elbows. A green tie sat under the vest and on his legs were black trousers which matched his shoes.

Turning away from the screen he slowly walked towards the doors with a smirk patting the sonic screwdriver in his pocket and opening the TARDIS doors. Here he was, a new locations.

"Welcome to me." The Doctor muttered. "Welcome to twenty-twenty three."