The Doctor startled from his nap. In the corner of his eye, just for an instant, it seemed there was someone there. He gripped the armchair tightly and turned to the Tardis console. Nothing.
He'd been dreaming, or at least he thought he had. Whatever the dream was it was fading now. Still an eerie feeling ran through him. Something he'd forgotten? Probably something important. He stood quickly and walked to the console. He stretched his arm out experimentally and ran it from side to side in the open air, then he let it drop to his side. Regeneration could be baffling at times, and visual delusions were not uncommon.
He shook his head.
Looking across the console he spied himself in a full length mirror on the other side of the room. He walked slowly around the console and approached the mirror with interest. It was still so much to get used to. He leaned in toward his reflection.
Short hair... very short. And the ears. He pressed them against his head with his fingertips. He smiled, then removed his hands, they popped defiantly outward once more. The smile slid from his face and his brow furrowed.
"Not exactly what I was expecting. Still..."
He quickly took off his velvet frock coat and strode to the coat rack. He gazed at the garment as he hung it. It was still in excellent repair but there was something... a sort of threadbare weariness about it that he couldn't quite place. He pondered it for a moment, then noticed a black leather coat hanging on an adjoining hook.
He plucked it from the coat rack and examined it thoughtfully. He smiled.
"Yes," he said softly "time for a change."