The TARDIS was falling apart yet again after another disastrous regeneration. The Doctor looks different once again. A younger male face with slight stubble and vibrant brown hair began running up towards the TARDIS monitor. The readings were all over. There was no knowing of where it was going. Then, he spoke.

"Male. Male once again. Why can't I be a woman again ? And why am I still not ginger ? That's my one desire, to be ginger and a woman. Sort of like that Scottish girl who used to.... Ah what was it and who was she ?" The console exploded in his face, sending him flying backwards first onto the stairs. His new back, cracking as it begins to realise what pain is. Without a second thought, he ran towards the other side to control where the TARDIS would land because she was in no condition to fly.

"Right, one flick and two pushes should..." another explosion burst up into his face. "I should learn how to fix that really."

The doors flew open as extreme winds began hurling the Doctor towards the outside world. He desperately grabbed onto the railings where he would float in the air as he could do nothing but still question why he wasn't ginger. The console exploded again with an even larger bang. A large piece hit him in the face, causing a rush of blood to fall from his nose and his hands to loosen enough that his left let go. He could not regain the grip on that hand, instead hanging on for dear life with a right. The winds were now being assisted by a fourth explosion which threw the TARDIS into a frenzy. It was mayhem. The grip of the Doctor was failing by each second until the last second in which he let go knowing it would happen at some point. He went zooming towards the open doors, hitting everything like a pinball machine. Miraculously, he grabbed onto the handle of the telephone door which opened and placed his feet upon the small steps to enable some form of a balance. To act as an aid, the phone line was used as a rope to hang from by his hands so when the TARDIS tipped in his favour, he could get back inside.

The wind began getting more violent and the plan was slowly deteriorating. His feet fell as he was hanging on by the phone chord over what looked to be an American town. The phone line was getting lower as the weight of the Doctor pulled it down. His grip was loosening with ease. Out of the corner of his eye, a ship could be seen coming at high speed in the Doctor's direction. It looked as if it was deliberately heading his way to take him out. The ship stopped and engaged an attack mode in which large gun turrets emerged from the side of the ship and aimed at the Doctor. The noise the guns made as they prepared was deafening to normal ears and it was enough to make the Doctor break.

He let go and fell straight down towards Earth with the ship following after....