The Doctor stared at the man standing in hs TARDIS. He was thin and tall, not unlike himself. His mop of hair desperately needed taming - had he no clue about gel at all? Bowtie, suspenders, tweedy. And he wore an expression of entitlement and confidence. This man intended to be here, was at home here ... This was ... Complicated.<br/><br/>"This isn't possible," he said quietly. His gaze flickered around the changed console room, but it was familiar enough to him to kow this was still his, just a later version. "Wellll," he corrected himself, striding forward, "not-not possible. Not<em>im</em>possible. Just ... unlikely and a little bit scary. Well, ah, hello." he finished quickly.