The Tardis happily bounced around the twisting tube of the thunderous clouds of the time vortex, timestream lighting bouncing off the police box.
"The proclamation has long suffered corruption under the shadow architect," said The Doctor inside the console room. He circled the panels, fiddling with buttons and switches, the central crystal rotor moving up and down.
Lotus watched him bending over the panel, leaning against one of six sharp orange crystal pillars around the console, her arms crossed.
"What will you do?" she asked.
"I'll have a word with the higher ups," said The Doctor. "They can get some new management, start fresh."
"And, you'll convince them, how?" asked Lotus.
"I've got a very convincing face," said The Doctor. "Well, the Zocci gave me access to all the tapes from the club of the board of directors despoiling themselves, with you."
Lotus' jaw dropped. She scoffed, stunned for words.
The Doctor smirked. "Plus the face. Some proper law and order in the galaxy."
"Surviving the Flux made them cocky, I think," said Lotus.
The Doctor looked at her for a moment, the orange light from the glowing panel gleamed off her face. She fiddled with the monitor. He saw her eyes, lively, happy, alive and brighter then he had ever seen before.
"Hm, still, never too late to change," The Doctor said.
"You didn't," said Lotus. "The legends of time lords said they were face changers. You got an old face back."
"Yep."
"How?"
"I... don't know," said The Doctor. "But ... I'm worried about it. There's never been such thing as a regeneration repeat. 'Supposed to be a myth like, bi-generation or multiverse hopping between parallel versions of yourself."
"So what will you do?" said Lotus. "If the legends of the time lords are true, you ... can't exactly go to them for help."
"I never could anyways," said The Doctor. "I don't know what I'm going to do. A rare thing for me, but I do know where we're going to go first."
The Doctor pushed forward the Dematerialization lever, pulled the handbrake, and the Tardis came to a wheezing, groaning landing, the Centre crystal in the middle of the console slowly coming to a stop.
Lotus looked at the Doctor. "Where are we?"
The Doctor took his hands off the console, crossed his arms and looked at her. "A second chance."
"What does that mean?" Lotus asked.
"Why don't you take a look?" he said.
Lotus looked at the doors at the end of the console room. She saw a joyful beam of sunlight through the Tardis door windows. She looked back at the Doctor, puzzled.
"Go on," he said, calmly.
Lotus reluctantly walked from the console to the doors. She stopped before touching the handles, and breathed in heavily. She pulled the right door, and a cool breeze blew from a burst of sunlight.
As she walked out, she breathed in clean, crisp air, air so clear that it effortlessly passed through her lungs, cleaner and cooler then she had ever breathed in her life. She squinted her eyes as she looked up.
"A blue sky..." she whispered.
The Doctor joined her, putting on his coat. He closed the door behind him, and watched her with a smile as she stepped out unto a basic street, lined with quaint residential houses, with front gardens, cars, and people walking up and down the pavements with bright green oak trees, soaking up sunbeams, making Lotus glow. She looked at the tree, her eyes wide. She looked up and down the street, her mouth wide open.
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