3 days later.

Greg awoke in the TARDIS medical bay, power had been restored and AI was now fully operational, due to his injuried greg had been unconscious for the past three days, AI appeared next to him

" where are we?"

Greg asked and sat up

" the old west, a town called watershipdown"

AI said " the control room is to damaged to fix I shall have to design a new one"

" good, we need a a more homely one"

" excuse me sir? With all due respect we should be getting back out there to fight them"

" No, not this time... this time we're staying in one place... for good"

" sir we..."

" No!, not again, we've lost everyone, now you belong to me, I need a new control room, one that's suited to our new needs...now follow my orders!"

Greg yelled as he stood up and walked out to his room " a...as you wish sir" he wispered slowly.

Greg went to his room and took off his medibay gown and inspected his wardrobe, it had clothes from most eras, selecting a long brown coat, a silver waistcoat, a white t-shirt snakeskin boots and brown pants, he finally settled on a brown fedora.

He went uputo the control room door where AI greeeted him, " the control room is now ready, I hope it is suited to your needs sir" he said and greg entered. The control room had now became very huge, bookshelves surrounded the room, comfortable chairs surrounded the room and the consolse was now made from what looked like antique wood, the room was bathed in a cool blue light and carpets were now on the floor. The room looked like a gothic mansion " perfect" he said and he exited the TARDIS to his new home...

( basically the new control room is the 8th Doctors Control Room)