Chapter 11

Rose and Jack had been sitting in silence on the Underground, swaying backwards and forwards, side to side. After 10 minutes Jack broke it. "Hey, I've been thinking," Rose looked up at Jack as he spoke. "You know the Doctor destroyed those cross species… alien… things. Graske/Dalek – I mean Kaled/Thal things."

"Yeah," she said slowly. "Where's this leading?"

"Well that was the past, right? The Doctor stopped them mutating into the Daleks."

"So?"

"He changed history, Rose, so that means the Time War never happened! He never regenerated! Rose I think the Doctor is out there somewhere! His old leather jacket self!"

"He's alive!" Rose cried a little too loudly. Lowering her voice she repeated, "He's alive?" avoiding the eyes of the other passengers.

Jack nodded, grinning. "We just need to track him down. I mean, I know it'll be hard, he could be anywhere in Time and Space, and we'd have to find him before the Time Lords, but I reckon we could actually manage it!"

"How do we know he didn't program the TARDIS somehow so it couldn't fly again?"

"I don't know but we have to try! But first we have to do what he asked us to do:" he lowered his voice, eyes sparkling with excitement. "Fight this war; with all we've got."

"For the Doctor. And the human race." Rose added.

"Absolutely," he agreed.

Elsewhere, on floor 500 of the Gamestation, the Doctor's eyes opened blearily. He staggered weakly to his feet and looked around, rubbing his eyes.

How did I get here? He thought, recognising his surroundings. Suddenly he felt nauseous and clapped his hand to his mouth. A squeaking noise made him look down. His eyes widened at what he was wearing. A dark brown battered leather jacket over a green jumper, and black trousers. Different clothes. My clothes.

He raised his hands to his eyes and touched his face. Oh my God. This has never happened before. To me or any Time Lord. He looked around again and huge block numbers of 500 caught his eye. This is one of the last places I was in this body. Why aren't I dead? He racked his brains, trying to make sense of the situation. It was the Daleks that got me to regenerate but I destroyed them earlier in the past, before they muatated after the war. I've changed history. I've gotta get out of here! The TARDIS! Rose and Jack! The war between the humans and the Wendigos! I have to save them!

He ran to the exists, no longer feeling ill, but they were all locked. I must be in the future when everybody's left the station. I'm stuck here, alone, on a Gamestation, with no way of contacting anyone. Great.