The TARDIS shook, and at the back of the console room a fire erupted.

"What's happening?" On my right, that 19-year-old girl started rushing toward the console to the Doctor's side.

"Yaz, it's kind of hard to explain." The Doctor muttered. "Remember when you, Ryan, Graham, and Grace first met me? I said the TARDIS was crashing and that half an hour ago I was a white-haired Scotsman. It turns out that I'd reset my whole body, every cell healing, rejuvenating, regenerating. On my planet, that's called a 'regeneration'. She just regenerated. Not only do our bodies keep healing for about fifteen hours, we have to get used to a new face, a new personality, becoming a whole new person. When you get in the mind of someone who's done it many, many times, it's the most terrifying thing in the known universe. And that girl right there? She's probably scared out of her wits even though this is the second time she's done it."

Yaz just kept staring at her as if she was speaking gibberish.

A searing pain ripped through my body, and I saw a curl of brown hair fall into view.

Okay, I'm a brunette. I thought. That's new. First a blond, then a redhead, and now a brunette.

and I apparently think a lot. And remember a lot, because I remember every color hair I've had. And eyes. Don't know what my eyes look like this time, but I know they were brown, then blue…what are they now?

I spotted the tiny mirror on the TARDIS console. Almost immediately, ignoring the pain screaming in my bones, I jumped to my feet and ran toward the small mirror.

Barely, just barely, I saw my own face. Dusty pink lips, Caucasian skin, green hazel eyes, and dark brown hair in a boyish pixie style.

I'm a boy? No, I can't be. My body feels the same as it did before. Well, besides my body still sort of fizzing inside. Still cooking. Hard to tell, but I'm definitely still a girl.

The outfit doesn't seem right, though. Not really feeling for the fuzzy jacket. I need something right for my age but not really bizarre, light but not too much skin showing, something fun but shows that I'm worth talking to.

Oh, I know!

"Doctor, do you know where the TARDIS wardrobe is?" I asked.

"Down the hall, to the left, then two rights. It'll be right in front of you."

I nodded and dashed down the hall.

I came back out dressed in a blue T-Shirt, jeans, galaxy Converses, and a denim jacket with a painting of a large dragonfly on the back of it.

"How do I look?"

Yaz gave me a thumbs up, and the Doctor nodded. "I agree with Yaz, but as long as you're into it, we can all cope with it."

I gasped and fell to the ground again, clutching my cramped thigh. After a little while, I barely managed to sit on my knees. When I opened my mouth, what looked like a flash of golden yellow light came out.

The old man next to Ryan exclaimed, "That's it! That's what happened to you when you were asleep at home! Doc, you were slightly glowing, then something like that thing came out of your mouth and floated out of the house."

"Graham, it's excess energy escaping the body." The Doctor explained. "When a Time Lord regenerates, the dying cells are destroyed and are replaced with new ones. Now, when that orb of light comes out of our mouths, that is the old, dead cells escaping the body along with excess energy that isn't needed to complete the regeneration cycle."

When the light started floating in his direction, he ducked and walked backwards, bumping into Ryan along the way. I guess that's because he now knew what it was made of and what the flip it was.

Sherlock walked toward the Doctor and said, "Doctor, when I was younger, you gave me some advice you said I'd need in the future. You looked like you do now, but you said, 'Don't blink, Sherlock. It'll help you when you're older.' What does that mean? Don't blink. I don't get it."

The Doctor locked eyes with me as I slowly approached the console, and I knew that look no matter the incarnation.

Simultaneously, we both muttered, "Weeping Angels."

When we stepped outside, we were immediately greeted by a large skyscraper that poked through the puffy clouds above.

I looked at the towering madness in front of me. "The Empire State Building? This doesn't seem right."

Once I spotted the two stone angel statues standing on the sidewalk, I gulped. "Yep, this is the right place."

I carefully walked toward one of the statues, keeping my eyes open and unblinking as I strolled. Staring at it, I saw that it had something in its hand squeezed tight, as if it was trying to break it.

My fingers tugged on what looked like the corner of an SD card. I pulled and pulled on it until the SD card slipped between the statue's fingers.

"That's an old archive from the TARDIS." The Doctor came closer. "They went from mix tapes to DVDs to SD cards. They keep getting smaller and more advanced so they can hold more space. Only question is, how did it fall out of the TARDIS?"

A voice behind all of us answered the Doctor's question.

"When the TARDIS left Larry and I with the Weeping Angels, I found that card on the ground. I didn't take it with me when I left, because I thought it was safe around there."

The Doctor turned around and beamed.

"Sally Sparrow!"