Vworp, vworp, a blue police box materialized in the middle of a sandy wasteland. The 14th Doctor walked out of her TARDIS, dropping down to her knees, sweat trickled down her forehead. The blood seeped from her side, she put her left hand on the wound, applying pressure, her pink-purple hanbok now was bloody. Pain so much pain…but she was going to have a new face…this was her time to say goodbye at least to this body and this face. Her hands started glowing yellow, she was going to regenerate soon. How did I get here? How did I get to where I am now? The Doctor thought. Well, that’s a long story.