London, Earth, 2005

Near Westminster

The familiar blue box had crashed into an alleyway, out of view from the the city - surprisingly causing no visible damage to itself or the surrounding area. The bright lights from the TARDIS windows flickered as the struggled to sustain enough power before dimming slowly until they had gone out completely. Smoke poured from the open doors like a river of gas as a silhouette exited the time machine, still wearing the clothes of his previous incarnation, clutching his handkerchief to his mouth to protect himself from the toxic gases that were now flooding the interior of the box.

The Doctor looked around, coughing profusely as the doors slammed behind him. The only battered TARDIS splintered slightly as it struggled to contain to alternate dimension within. The Doctor took off his jacket and threw it into the back corner of the alleyway, symbolising his troubled past being left behind him. He wiped his brow with the dirty hankerchief, bitter and disgusted at himself for his acts during the Time War, for he had destroyed Gallifrey, knowing full well that the explosion would cause a chain reaction that would obliterate nearby civilizations and explode complete star systems.

"I deserted my name as the Doctor" he said in his blatant Northern accent "It's time to earn back that title."

Despite his courageous and hopeful mindset, it was obvious that the Doctor was devastated and torn apart by the mass genocide of two great species that he had commit. He collapsed to the ground clutching his head as he re-lived vivid flashbacks of the Time War; images of children screaming, succumbing to their inevitable deaths from armies of Daleks - specifically sent to exterminate the infants of Gallifrey. Sweat poured down the Doctor's face as as he endured his post traumatic stress, with death and explosions being almost reflected in his eyes. The sound of his blood pumping was almost deafening as the memorable Timelord heartbeat filled his ears, growing faster at a steady pace at a dangerous level, on the brink of cardiac arrest.

Just as the memories were at it's highest intensity, the Doctor snapped out of it completely as something caught his eye - an unnoticeably short burst of electricity running through the pavement towards a large retail store nearby. If the Doctor wasn't as quick and intelligent as he was, he would have thought nothing of this electrical surge, but the presence of it seemed suspicious.

"That's strange" he mumbled "I'm sure I've seen a similar energy pattern before"

He removed his cravat as he unbuttoned his top button and re-entered the TARDIS, which had successfully started to rebuild itself as an old and grungy interior. He stared at his barely built surroundings and ran towards the clothing compartment which occupied an entire floor.

"Better not stay here for too long, the energy could rip me apart" he said jokingly despite it being true "I'll just throw something on," he grabbed a leather jacket and some black jeans that were just lying in the corner.

"I got this jacket in the 80s in Brighton" he chuckled to himself.

Before exiting the room, he thoughtlessly picked up a burgundy t-shirt that had been on the floor, scrunched up. He ran towards the console and picked up a newly made sonic screwdriver that had conveniently ejected itself from a small hole in the surface. He got changed quickly and grabbed a pair of black leather shoes and and a small rectangular explosive device before exiting the TARDIS, in fear that the high levels of artron energy would annihilate him completely without regeneration.

He slammed the doors behind him and put the screwdriver and explosive device in his inside pocket before darting towards the store like a bullet, barely dodging traffic that beeped at him furiously.

He entered the building and instinctively headed for the basement. Basements are scary things; there's always something dodgy going on in a basement. Whether its some kind of abduction or hostage or simply an alien incursion that the Doctor experienced on a daily basis. He took the staircase down and entered the underground through a heavy red door that softly closed behind him.

He heard a small shakey voice from across the corridor which made him jump slightly.

"Wilson...?" It questioned.