After not seeing him for a few decades, the Doctor suddenly shows up on your doorstep, and brought you on a journey like old times. You had ended up on a strange ship at the edge of the universe. The only thing there was an old, very slow robot, and the fact that the entire ship changed its interior when the very slow words of another language played in the speakers.

Eventually, you had made it to the control room, where you began slotting rectangles into their needed files so you could get the ship up and running. The Doctor had left to fix something with valves in the other room.

A few minutes went by when he came back in and sat down, looking at you with a somber expression.

“Oh don’t give me that look.. I’ve been fine since you left.” You said softly, scoffing slightly as you continued moving the rectangles.

“My arms are too long.” He said.

For some reason it sent a shiver down your spine. It was.. unnerving. Then, you looked over at him and realized he wasn’t lying. His arms were too long. This wasn’t The Doctor. Your heart dropped and you ran out the room, shouting for The Doctor. He came out of the room looking just as panicked and ran to you, his hand reaching out to grab you when he got close enough, to hold you close and protect you.