The gold light fades away. I slowly stand up with Jack and River. I notice the Doctor's limp body on the ground. My first intention is to run across the room and lift him off his feet, but River holds me back for whatever reason. The Doctor's now blue eyes slowly blink open. He hits himself in the chest and finally gets a good first breath in his new body. The Doctor stretches out his long arms as if he's been asleep for decades and every knuckle and joint cracks with awakening. He cracks his neck one last time and I can hear it all the way from the corner of the TARDIS River has trapped me in. The Doctor groans in anger and slams his fists on the ground in anger.
"I wanted to grow taller not the same height," The Doctor sighs. "You can't always get what you want. Oh wait, I forgot!" The Doctor pulls a piece of hair in front of his face. "Still not ginger, but it's auburn. That's somewhat ginger... right? Okay, check list time. Eyes; obviously working. Arms, hands, fingers- Ooh they look like they can play piano very well. Legs? Here and accounted for. Can I walk, though?" The Doctor jumps up and paces in a circle. "Yup, working! Hearts, beating in time. Bow tie!... not cool. My bow tie is not cool. This is so strange," The Doctor turns to me. "Lydier, my bow tie isn't cool anymore."
I sniffle and manage to crack a smile. I begin to walk towards him. "As 'cool' as the bow tie is, I do admit it's not nearly as cool on this body as it did on your old one."
"I need something new to wear. Come with me to the clothes room. We're bound to find something in there!" The Doctor suggests. He takes my hand and leads me around a series of hallways until we finally reach the clothing room. He presses a series of buttons and eleven manikins popped up in a line starting with the bow tie get- up my Doctor used to wear. "Perhaps some of my old outfits will inspire us."
We walk down the line, passed the brown suit without a comment, but I stop in front of the suit proceeding it. "Wait, you used to wear a leather jacket?" I ask with a laugh.
"What you don't like the leather jacket?! Here, take my jacket," The Doctor commands. He throws his suit jacket at me and puts the bow tie around my neck. He slides on the leather jacket on his shoulders and unbuttons the first few buttons on his dress shirt. "What do you think?" The Doctor asks cooly.
"You look like a cop. Next!" I shout.
"It can't be that bad," The Doctor mutters looking in the mirror. "Ooh I have freckles! I like this new body already!" The Doctor enthusiastically cheers. I laugh. "As you said though, moving on!"
We swiftly move past the silk tie and the Doctor tries to stop me from looking at the seventh Doctor's attire. I point to the sweater vest covered in question marks and it's matching sector. "Please tell me what you were even thinking when you wore this," I request.
"Doctor... who?" The Doctor states with a shrug. I laugh and we carry on to the fourth Doctor. "Ooh, this!" He says directing to the scarf that seems to go on for eternity. The Doctor wraps the scarf around his neck. "I still love this," The Doctor admits.
I tap my lip. "That actually isn't half bad. Hold on! I have an idea!" I state running to the clothing racks. I pull out a blue button- down, black blue pants, black suit jacket, brown oxfords, and a matching scarf. "Put these on," I command.
The Doctor begins stripping out of his clothes, not even turning his back to me. "I'm assuming you're not turning around."
I shake my head. "Nope. Wasn't even planning on it," I inform him. The Doctor changes into his clothes, but wraps his scarf around his neck like he did in his fourth regeneration. "No, no, no. Like this," I correct him folding the scarf in half then putting the end of the scarf through the loop, a much more modern style.
"Better?" The Doctor asks holding his arms out and spinning around in a modelling circle.
I rub my chin. "Not quite," I snap my fingers. "I got it!" I hurry to the racks and pull out a speckled black trench coat. "Bow ties may be cool, but over coats are sexy," I state tossing the coat at him.
The Doctor pulls it on and looks in the mirror. "Ooh, Lydier, I like this. Here! Change into my clothes and we shall head out on a great adventure in this new body!" The Doctor decides throwing his clothes at me.
I toss the clothes around in my hands. "Actually, Doctor... I'm thinking about going home."
The Doctor turns to me with the saddest eyes I've ever seen him have before. "What?"
"I feel like your regeneration is a sign I should head back home. I think it's finally time for Jack and I to settle down in one place and maybe start a family," I suggest.
A smile creeps across the Doctor's face. He wraps me in his arms. "I will miss you Lydier, but I will support everything you do like every good father should," The Doctor whispers.
Did the Doctor have to remind me of the main reason that's holding me back when I'm about to leave?