"That was kinder than how I got out of the Confession Dial."
To be called by a simple word was much better than spending four point five billion years punching his way through a substance four hundred times harder than diamond. The Doctor isn't surprised to wake up in a strange place. It's the story of his life whenever he used the 'randomiser' on the TARDIS. Or his early life, when he didn't properly know how to pilot the TARDIS.
God, he's old. Old and without his memories of his most recent companion. Oh he knows quite a bit about Clara. But knowing isn't the same as remembering. It's like looking at a photo of someone else's vacation.
It's as he looks around that he realises there's a problem. A very big problem. He holds his finger up for a few moments and then sticks it in his mouth.
"No!"
He does the action again. Nothing.
"That can't be!"
He closes his eyes and tries to focus. Clearing his mind of everything but time.
"I'm not in the Divergent Universe again am I?"
He starts a 'one-handed clap' in a steadied and measured rhythm. Why can't he taste time? Why can't he feel it? He's trying not to panic. After all it had been this way in the Universe of Anti-Time. It had been this way in the Confession Dial, but after four point five billion years, it really wasn't something he had wanted to experience again so soon.
Twelfth Doctor | Doctor Who
To be called by a simple word was much better than spending four point five billion years punching his way through a substance four hundred times harder than diamond. The Doctor isn't surprised to wake up in a strange place. It's the story of his life whenever he used the 'randomiser' on the TARDIS. Or his early life, when he didn't properly know how to pilot the TARDIS.
God, he's old. Old and without his memories of his most recent companion. Oh he knows quite a bit about Clara. But knowing isn't the same as remembering. It's like looking at a photo of someone else's vacation.
It's as he looks around that he realises there's a problem. A very big problem. He holds his finger up for a few moments and then sticks it in his mouth.
"No!"
He does the action again. Nothing.
"That can't be!"
He closes his eyes and tries to focus. Clearing his mind of everything but time.
"I'm not in the Divergent Universe again am I?"
He starts a 'one-handed clap' in a steadied and measured rhythm. Why can't he taste time? Why can't he feel it? He's trying not to panic. After all it had been this way in the Universe of Anti-Time. It had been this way in the Confession Dial, but after four point five billion years, it really wasn't something he had wanted to experience again so soon.