<div class="floatleft">(http://tansyrr.com/tansywp/wp-content/uploads/2010/12/photo_lrg4.jpg)</div>The Doctor listened to his other selves and frowned at his younger selves. He had forgotten how out there he could be. With that scarf and that... ugh... hobo outfit. Who wore clothes that disheveled? It wasn't like his colorful costume which was upstanding and dignified. He remembered that he used to have a whole room dedicated to scarves back in the day. At least celery boy was nowhere to be found. How he ever made that decision, the Doctor would never know.<br/><br/>He turned to the leather coat wearing one, who seemed to have a companion with him. "Quite right dear boy. We really are not supposed to be here. The less I know about my own future the better," he glanced at the Doctor's outfit and frowned. "Especially with that choice of dress. Leather on a t-shirt. What a disaster. I'm sure you've done something equally as tasteless with the TARDIS?" The Doctor crossed his arms and pulled out his umbrella (http://forum-s3.pinside.com/201306/909811/105633.jpg), holding it out above him.<br/><br/>He turned to his second self. "So it would seem. Why is there a forcefield this advanced before time has even started? Do you think it even belongs to the inhabitants of this world?"