As the TARDIS roughly landed on the red grass, a wide-eyed, skinny man awoke. He jumped suddenly and shook off what he thought was dust.
"Oh, right. That was a fun way to die."
He spoke this, ran to the closest reflective surface and screamed.
"I'M AMERICAN! I mean, what is that all about? Okay, if that's different I better check my vitals."
As he ended that sentence, he looked down and saw he was not wearing pants.
"I see, that's…smaller. Two feet, two eyes, bit of a big nose, and... Blimey! Wait, can I still say that? It sounds rubbish now. Well, anyway, everything is here. That's good, except pants, better get that and better stop chatting with myself."
As he said this he ran into a large metal door, and backed up. He smiled and opened it to a closet full of odds and ends. He groped randomly into a group of shirts and pulled a fine white ruffle shirt.
"Hmm, I like this, not too fancy, not too odd, and young."
He quickly put it on and smiled as he saw a pair of white and blue striped pants. He quickly found a stray pair of boxers and put them both on.
"Oh gosh, I need a belt, haven't had one of those in awhile. And... Oh, I like this jacket it's very…Cassanova. I should catch up with him."
He threw on the long red coat and grabbed an old fashioned tie. As he stared in the mirror he grabbed a small black scarf, and a pair of reading glasses.
"Now, to see exactly where she's put me now."
As he began to run towards the door he tripped down the stairs and rubbed his back. He was getting too old for this. He flew up from that spot to the controls and stopped short of the door.
"Sonic, right. Don't want to be unarmed, could be dangerous. And here we go!"
The man, being a 945 year old alien, was not new to this. He had died a long and painful death and as he dies, he is reborn. This new body was hard to steer as it seems because, as soon as he took one step out of his spaceship doors, he fell, face first in the wet red grass.
He spit out the grass in his mouth and took a good look around at where he was. He scratched his long locks and looked confused.
"Dear oh dear, now where have you taken me? It's not Earth, that's for sure. The air is too salty. Salty air that is brill… No, not that word too English. I need an American word. Or just a word that's easy to say because... Okay, I'm talking to myself again. This needs to stop!"
He got up, slowly brushed his new coat off and walked toward the closest town. He walked and walked for what seemed like hours until he saw a small cabin with a chimney full of smoke.
He slowly walked up to the place whistling a tune and looking at his sonic. He noticed it was a bit off.
"Darn thing, I will have to get a new one…Again!"
He came to the door, and without even thinking it through, knocked four times and smiled. He crept to the window and looked to see who was inside and as he did this a large rugged looking women with an eye patch stared him down. He smiled and pointed at the door.
"Okay, gotta play it cool. Gotta…Forgot the paper. Good job, Doctor."
The woman came to the door and slowly opened a crack, and whispered.
"Who's there?"
"Hello, I'm the Doctor. Don't mind the new accent just testing it out, is it okay if I spend the night here? I need some good lodging and food. Well, better than what I've got. On second thought, I was just a tad lonely thought, what the hell might as well go meet the neighbors."
The woman slammed the door and shut her blinds, as she pulled a gun from her closet. The Doctor heard the gun being louded up, so he got right back in the trail and ran towards the next closest house.
He decided against this and ran back to the TARDIS at full force.
"I'm sure there is a good story behind the creepy cabin in the woods, but I really need some good food and Earth air. So, darling, care to take us to Earth circa? Let's say 2011? Sure, I was there but now in say New York. America sounds nice, since well, I am talking with an American accent."
As he rambled on and on he ran into the TARDIS door and cut his new large nose. It quickly healed and now he remembered exactly what was going on.
"Oh yes, key! Regenerating! TARDIS! Master? No, that was last time. Right, new body, new mind new everything, except that, which is weird. Okay, anyways. Let's go!"
He quickly swung the doors open and ran to the console. He flung a few switches, fixed his tie, and he was off to adventure. But he knew he was not done there for some reason.
