Doctor Who: Memories we once shared

I could feel the cold snow behind me. New snow fell while I lied there thinking. A little snowflake found its way to my nose. I frowned. The snow was cold, so cold, but not in the bad way. This snow was refreshing. My body was hot as fire. I boiled. The snow was beautiful that way. It washed away the boiling oven inside of me. The warmth was over me while the snow cooled me from behind. I loved it, a perfect balance. After a moment of silent and perfect balance, reality hit me. A powerful wave of noise and sounds stroke me down. Suddenly I heard everything. Piece by piece I tried to put the noise back together. To figure out what was what. Then all the memories came back to me. Everything came back to me. I fell from the rooftop. Everyone kept saying the fall of the eleventh, but I would never have guessed that I actually fell from a rooftop. The last words that were spoken before I hit the ground entered my mind. It was a familiar voice, the voice of a Dalek. The Doctor is regenerating! It shouted.

My eyes shot open as lightning hitting the ground. I was lying on the ground. Clara looked extremely worried as she stood over me. “Doctor?” she answered in disbelief and happiness. I smiled as I stood up. A sudden pain hit my back. “Oh, for fuck’s sake!” I shouted in anger. I had defiantly regenerated into something older. My eyes looked at my clothes. It was the clothes of my previous regeneration. The impossible girl didn’t seem to notice my swearing. Tears gathered in the corners of her eyes. “Doctor…” she said. “I thought you died for good this time. You said Timelords could regenerate twelve times only and yet here you stand” I didn’t get the time to blink before she hugged me tightly. “Don’t scare me like that” she sniffled. I smiled and hugged her back. “I’ll see what I can do, Clara”

We walked together, hand in hand. It didn’t feel the same. I had asked Clara what I looked like. She replied I was still human. I had also asked her what really happened on that roof. Clara’s answer was not properly, but I understand her. She just watched her “boyfriend” die. It is never good to dig into sad memories that happened only minutes ago. The T.A.R.D.I.S. was standing in one of the streets nearby. I opened the door and noticed that someone had already been there. I sighed in anger. “What the actual fuck?” “Doctor, you’re swearing again” the impossible girl sighed. Clara and the new me had spent around five minutes together and she was already tired of the swearing. Well, it’s not my fucking fault. I closed the door behind me as Clara walked in. A little note written in Gallifreyan was attached to the TARDIS’s tiny screen. The handwriting was not mine. It looked like a girl’s handwriting, but who could it be? Who could possibly have entered the TARDIS just for leaving a fucking note? “What does it say?” Clara asked. “Memories we once shared” Her arms crossed against her chest. “And what does that mean?” The screen reflected my new face. I remembered the face. I had seen it before, but only one time, in Pompeii.  “Someone has recorded a video” Clara’s voice snapped me out of it. I clicked to watch it. A blurry picture of a redheaded woman appeared. “Oi, spaceman! Long time no see” the woman started. Donna?