(http://8tracks.imgix.net/i/001/556/657/Tooth_Claw-6949.jpg?rect=186,0,400,400&sharp=15&vib=10&fm=jpg&fit=crop&w=200&h=200%5B/img%5D%5B%5Cimg%5D)<br/>The Doctor strummed his fingers across the TARDIS console. "Where to go next?" He said softly to himself. He had just had a lovely adventure involving Zygons and Queen Elizabeth and... And...<br/>He must have forgot. Details went blurry around then. But something to do with a nice young man and something which had made him feel kind of... Less guilty, if that was a feeling.<br/>"Alright then!" He announced, flicking a switch on the TARDIS. "Where to go next?"<br/>He sighed to himself and ran a hand through his hair. Hadn't he just said that? He was backtracking, again...<br/><br/>Stuff like that happens, when you're alone and running from the consequences of your actions -and most likely- Your death. You just don't want to go. Procrastinate. Funny word, that.<br/><br/>"Well I guess I could visit 3027 again..." He conceded. "I wonder if they still sell those-" He was cut off as the TARDIS made a horrid groaning noise and shook dramatically, causing the Doctor to fall against the console. "What?" He said to himself as he scrambled to his feet. "What? What? What?" His voice growing louder each time he said it.<br/><br/>"Where have you taken me now then!" He said enthusiatically as he put on his 'smart glasses' and checked to see he was in... "What?" The pre-universe. As if it was scripted, the TARDIS then gave out. The Doctor opened his mouth to say 'What?' Once more, but decided against it, he'd probably said it too much now. Instead, he went for The TARDIS doors, opening them to see...<br/><br/>"What?!"