Ten's POV
How long has it been? 5 minutes? I woke up to find myself not in the TARDIS, but in a bed. An actual bed. An actual bed surrounded by other beds with familiar faces.
I don't even remember falling asleep. I don't usually sleep. It's odd, yes. But just blacking out in the middle of… What was I even doing? Was I in the middle of an adventure? Was I landing on a planet? I don't remember. That's incredibly peculiar.
"Where am I?" I asked as I rubbed my throbbing head. I look around. Just then, something—Someone caught my eye.
"How… This isn't possible!" Something inside me felt odd. I don't know what. It was as if my heart had been pricked by a—
"Rose!" I exhaled, trying to keep my breath steady. She turned around, her face lighting up. "Oh my god! Doctor?"
"Doctor who?" said a voice in the back. It was a man in a tweed jacket with a red bowtie "If anything, I'm the only Doctor around here!"
Eleven's POV
I turned to the man with the trench coat. I couldn't believe it! It was me! Well, an old version of me. The most recent old version, you could say. But there was more. All around me, old companions were waking up from their blackout, just as I had. But where was Clara? I only saw Amy, Rose, uh, myself, and… DONNA?!
This was bad. Very, very not good. I couldn't even imagine what the other version of me was thinking. After all, he was the one who was forced to take her memory. It was for her own good.
"No, no, no!" The other—Can I just call him Ten? mumbled. I took a wild guess that he noticed Donna Noble waking up from the small coma. Ten buried his face in his hands. "She's going to die! No…" Donna slowly rose up, as one would from a good night's sleep, when suddenly her eyes widened immediately, and she said, "How could I have forgotten you? Doctor!"
