"Two thousand," the Doctor repeated quietly, watching the later version of himself beating up the console in a useless effort to shut it up. This could be the next one, immediately after himself. That gave the Doctor an uncomfortable, churning sensation in the pit of his stomach. He knew it happened ... it had already happened nine times prior ... but he quite liked who and what he was this time and here was definite proof that he would die. This personality, would die, and this .... guy was going to go galavanting off in a new desktop.<br/><br/>No time to think about that. He deliberately tore his thoughts away to yell at himself.<br/><br/>"Stop hitting her! Oh no no no, don't tell me she's developed a liking for that..!"