Loud whirring sounds that seemed akin to a warning bell blasted through the TARDIS as the Doctor tried to get control of his time machine. "No…no…no…no…no…NO!" he shouted pushing several buttons and pulling levers as the TARDIS jerked in one direction then another, as if she were trying to avoid something.

It had been many years for him since he had left Rose in that alternate dimension. Since then he had chosen to travel alone. He couldn't, or wouldn't, take another companion. However there was so much left in the universe to see and do. So in order to put the whole ordeal out of his head he did what he did best.

He ran.

With a great heave he pulled a lever, but it wasn't enough. The TARDIS stopped, but the sounds outside made it clear he wasn't out of the fire yet.

He had managed to catch his TARDIS at point where five separate universes met at a single point, like in the western United States where four states come to one point. The TARDIS was blasting through the fragile walls that kept each dimension separate. He was wearing thin at five particular walls in the fabric of space and time.

The hole was getting bigger and bigger. Just enough for a few couples of people and a TARDIS to leak though. Thusly creating a sort of limbo where these people and the TARDIS could meet.

"Come on!" Doctor cried, running a hand through his brown locks. If he didn't fix this soon the five universes would merge together, and if they stayed that way for too long all five of them would implode on each other and might even take a few other worlds out with them as their disappearance would cause a ripple effect throughout the worlds. He removed his glasses and looked the TARDIS consol up and down.

They had stopped.

He checked the monitor, but it was dark and blank.

Next check was the door.

He opened it to find himself in the heart of London. But there were no people. Stranger than the absence of the entire population was the fact that London looked less like London and more like a jigsaw puzzle of London. With bits and pieces of it from, what looked like, the Victorian era. Other parts were completely modern.

"Jonathan!" a young woman (about in her late teens), with dark hair and dark brows furrowed, called. "Jonathan Watson! I swear if this is some kind of prank!"

"John!" a slightly older man with sharp cheekbones and a mop of curly black hair called out.

"John!" a much older man, in his forties or fifties, in Victorian wear called out. His appearance quite disheveled despite his fine clothes.

"Joan!" this man, with considerably less hair than the others, called for someone with a different name, a woman's name, however it was close enough to the others that it seemed to be the same name.

"Brilliant," the Doctor said with a smile.

The four people called around London square, each calling for people with similar names.

The five universes had merged, now they were in real trouble.