"Well, with my species first contact involves a long boring rite of passage with red robes and flags. The flags are nice, but I trip over when I wear robes. I really have no idea how they managed to film Harry Potter without there being some sort of accident. Did they take robe wearing classes or something?" the Doctor aked before giving the nearest Harry Potter attraction a quizzical stare. After a moment of realising that the attraction was not going to answer his question the Doctor turned back to Robin and shrugged. "Personally, for a first greeting I prefer: 'Hi I'm the Doctor it's nice to meet you, care for a cup of tea?'"<br/><br/>He licked his lips at the thought of tea. Bringing up the hot beverage had obviously made him thirsty again. "You know what, I could go for another one of those butter beers..." he looked about and found a half spilled and slightly trampled cup of the stuff lying on the ground near him. "Yoink!" he said as he picked it up and began to gulp down the slightly dirty drink.<br/><br/>"A blue box and a rose?" the Doctor asked, only half paying attention as he sipped the sweet drink. "The blue box is easy, but I'll explain later. Trust me, it'll be worth the wait. As for a rose now that's a bit tricky. Can't recall why-"<br/><br/>The Doctor was interrupted by his own screams as half of his temple suddenly burned with golden light. His free hand clawed savagely at the sudden burning wound on his head, but after a moment he seemed to realise that it wasn't doing any good and instead settled for crying out in agony and clutching the drinks cup in between his hands.<br/><br/>Inside the Doctors mind memories burned like acid and seared every single one of his brilliant brain cells. Pain was rushing through his veins. The pain of something lost. Something that he had forgotten because of his incomplete regeneration. The memories that would surface every now and again to remind the Doctor of the friends he had lost and blocked out and the memories that would return with fiery heat as his regeneration completed what it had been unable to do.<br/><br/>"ROSE!" the Doctor roared the moment the golden fire ceased burning from his head. He turned to Robin and pointed accusingly at her, "Rose Tyler! She was lovely and blonde like you and knew how to have fun. Now she's swanning around in the other world with one of my old faces the lucky sod! She was a brave, brilliant girl who absorbed the time vortex and wiped out a whole army with one flick of her finger and I miss her and all the rest of the friends that I've lost!"<br/><br/>He stopped ranting and stared at Robin with a bewildered look on his face. He was panting heavily and sweat was running down his forehead. He pulled out a piece of ice from the cup and pressed it to his temple. After a few seconds he let out a deep breath and opened his eyes to meet Robin's.<br/><br/>Now they didn't seem happy, sad, excited or angry, instead they looked old. Too old. The oldest pair of eyes on the face of the earth. A stare that had seen more than Robin could possibly comprehend.<br/><br/>"I'm sorry. That happens sometimes," he said before turning his back on her and resuming to march towards the disaster area, a cup of butter beer in one hand and the sonic screw driver in the other.