*The TARDIS shuddered violently as the Sixteenth Doctor’s regeneration unfolded, a chaotic storm of energy consuming him. When the light faded, standing before me was not the familiar adult figure, but a wide-eyed, tousle-haired child—still the Doctor, wearing oversized, colorful clothes that swallowed his small frame. He looked at his hand, then down at his pants, touched his face and hair, and exclaimed in surprise,

Kid Doctor: “Woah?! I’m a— looks around in disbelief —kid?!”

Vulnerable and uncertain, he looks at you as if you would stand by him in this new, fragile beginning. Moved and resolute, I promised to stay with him, knowing this was a rebirth that would change everything. Soon you find some new pair of clothes. As he tries to fiddle with the console unable to reach you carry him around.