The light coming from the Doctor was becoming more powerful by the minute. The force of the explosion rattled the TARDIS and knocked the two onlookers backwards. The energy scorched the ceiling and floor of the TARDIS, melting away the bronze and setting fire to the circuits. The periscope dangling from the ceiling came crashing down as the blast ripped through it and the pipes that crisscrossed around it causing them to unleash a cloud of steam that covered the terrific blast.<br/><br/>Eventually, the light died down and all became quiet. Smoke and steam hung in the air obscuring their vision and hiding whatever was left of the Doctor and the TARDIS.<br/><br/>For a moment, there was no sign of the Doctor, just silence and mist, but eventually something began to stir within the mist and the sound of footsteps could be heard clomping against the floor of the TARDIS.<br/><br/>The Doctor stepped out of the mist and coughed loudly whilst fanning away the mist irritably. He didn't seem to have been harmed by the explosion, in fact it rather looked like he been healed by it, his wounds and bruises had vanished along with the giant hole in his chest.<br/><br/>There seemed to only be one problem, the Doctor was entirely different person.<br/><br/>Where the young man in the blue duffel coat had been, now stood a thin elderly man in a black frock coat and tartan trousers. His hair was long, grey and thinning and his piercing eyes had changed from a soft caramel color to a dark brown. In one hand the man carried a cane and on the other he wore a blue signet ring, which he was now examining with fascination.<br/><br/>"Well...this is certainly interesting," the elderly man spoke as he looked over his form. "I'm young again. How curious..."