"You touched the haggis? A glowing plate of haggis that Rose couldn't see…and you thought 'I should touch that!' You're an idiot!"
"Oi, you found a glowing kilt and was just like 'Look! A kilt!' You are definitely my Scottish regeneration."
"Says the one eating haggis!"
Amy opened her eyes. The last thing she remembered was being attacked by weeping angels, then finding bagpipes. Now, she was in a blue room with white diagonal stripes forming an X in he center. There were two men in front of her, one sitting on the floor eating haggis, the other standing next to him. The haggis eating one was in a brown suit and a light brown trench coat. He had brown, messy hair and dreamy hazel eyes, which somewhat remind her of the Doctor. The other one was old looking, with white hair going upwards. He was wearing a navy blue suit with a red inside. His blue eyes also vaguely reminded her of the Doctor. 'Are these past regenerations of the Doctor? I know he's on his eleventh face, but I've never seen the ten other faces he once had.' Amy thought.
"Hello… are you two Doctor's?"
The old one smiled. "Good deducting skills, Amelia." He said. He had a Scottish accent.
"She's Scottish too? Maybe this is a Scottish party complete with bagpipes, haggis, and kilts." The other one said. He had a British accent, but it sounded a little off.
"Do you know where the other Doctor is?" Amy asked
"Mister 'Fezzes are cool', right?" The old one asked.
"Ya! Have you seen him?" Amy asked with hope of reuniting with her Timelord.
"I think fezzes are cool in my next face?" the trench coated one asked.
"No, we haven't seen him, Amy. I'm his next face, and that is the face he had before he regenerated." The old one, the Doctor's twelfth face, said.
"Isn't that spoiling something?" The tenth face said glaring at Twelve.
Twelve glared at his past face
"Fine, spoil anything you want Mr. Eyebrows" he mumbled, and took a bite of the haggis.
"So… Doctor's… how do I go back to my Doctor" Amy asked.
"Now that Amy's awake…" Twelve started
"…we could finally go through that door," Ten finished. He jumped up and left the haggis on the floor. Smiling, Ten said "allons-y" and ran through a door behind Amy.
"Come with us Pond," Twelve said, grabbing Amy's hand, and joined Ten outside.
They were standing in the outskirts of a city without people.
"So… where are we then?" Amy asked.
"The outskirts of an abandoned city" Twelve answered
"Oh, you can do a better description than that." Ten said.
"Okay then 'Trenchcoat', you do a better description." Twelve responded.
Ten scooped up some dirt.
"Oh please don't," twelve said
Ten looked at him and smiled, then licked the pile of dirt in his hand. "Edinburgh, 2016, a couple months after 'Brexit'. Looks like I made it to Scotland after all…"
"Great. Was the dirt delicious? Show I make you a sandwich made of sand?" Twelve said sarcastically.
"Oi, I didn't see your great investigation skills find out that it was after Brexit!"
"What's 'Brexit'?" Amy asked.
Both Doctor's looked at Amy. "You don't want to know." They said in unison.
"Helpful." Amy said sarcastically.
"Doesn't Edinburgh have a population of about 495,000. Where are all the people?" Twelve asked
"That's what I've been wondering. Let's go find out." Ten said smiling.
"If you say Allons-y again" Twelve threatened
"Allons-y" Ten said. He started running towards the city.
Twelve grabbed Amy's hand again and started running after his past face.