Chapter 10 – A Whole New World –
As he opened his eyes, the world came into focus all around him. What was going on? What was he doing here…… Who was he? Vague memories slid into his head, but they were all far-off, distant and cold memories, which eh couldn't really relate to. As if they were somebody else's memories. That was it! They were somebody else's! He slowly sat up, feeling groggy and disorientated, and the room around him span and swivelled before his eyes. Grasping the cold metal sides of the bed, he managed to sit up fully, although feeling the blood rush in his head did not give him much pleasure in doing so. Dark brown hair fell lightly in front of his eyes. Was it normally that long? He shrugged, and simply thought it must have been. Slowly, he remembered, yes, that was it! He was a time lord…… called Kim….. no that wasn't it. He shook his head slowly, and placed his feet on the floor. Had he regenerated? Then who was he before this? Kyle? He grinned, albeit unexpectedly, but paid no more attention to it really. No that was not his name. Standing up, he walked to the door, and poked his head out, looking down the corridor. Although his head was blurred, he could see a blackish grey colour, and small blue lights along the sides. Yes, this brought back memories now, was it his ship? Yes, he thought it very well could be. Ah yes! The bridge, that was where he must head!
Staggering along the corridor, having not fully recovered from the regeneration, he could swear his clothes were too baggy, and ever so slightly larger on him than he could remember. Slowly his memory was coming back to him, but he expected it to be hours before he could remember how to find the bridge, let alone use it. However, within minutes, he had come across what he thought was his room, although he wasn't entirely sure upon that notion. Taking off the cape, he flung it alongside the cryo-tube, and looked in a few of the compartments, trying to find better fitting clothes. Hours later, having gone through at least 10 whole suitcases, and a couple of flashbacks about his previous life, including a rather moving one upon first seeing his reflection in an old mirror contained in the compartments, he finally settled on a set he liked. He emerged from the room, wearing what appeared to be comfortable light brown trousers, a blue chequered shirt, a loose light brown jacket going down to his knees, and a white handkerchief tied around his neck, he suddenly felt rather happy and upbeat about himself, something he wasn't sure he was used to feeling. Reaching the bridge at long last, he sat down in the chair, looking out into space through a windscreen, and suddenly it all came flooding back to him. Who he was, where he was , and what he had done in his previous in carnation. However, the notion of looking for people in the vastness of space, combined with his previous bodies lack of success dissuaded him from continuing that game. He entered random coordinates to the computer, flicked a few switches that he hoped were the right ones, and lay back, ready to see where it would take him. He grinned suddenly, lifting his head back, looked up at the ceiling and relaxed.
"Kymern, that's the name I was looking for."
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