Problems arise

The Doctor suddenly convulsed, screaming in pain.

"Doctor!" Amy cried, torn between comforting him and keeping herself hidden.

"Stay back!" he cried.

He jerked suddenly and a bright orange flash later, stood in his place was a man in a brown coat and blue suit, sand shoes on his feet, looking around bewildered.

"Who the hell are you?" Amy cried.

"Ah!" the man turned to face her. "I'm the Doctor."

"No you're not! The Doctor's all...well, he's all chin and big nose! You're just...just...sand shoes!"

"They're not sand shoes!" he complained, but suddenly he was gone too, replaced by an older gentleman. What was going on?

"Doctor!" Amy cried into the cavernous control room, inching further behind the console.

"I am the Doctor, my dear. The original, you might say."

But before Amy could enquire any further, he was gone too. Terrified, Amy retreated off the platform hiding below and peering over the top as a number of different men flashed by. Someone wearing cricket whites. Then someone in a leather jacket...a blonde woman...someone in a technicolour suit...and finally a man wearing a hat and the longest scarf Amy had ever seen.

He turned towards her...and Amy quickly ducked out of sight.

"I see you. Come out with your hands up."

Amy rose unsteadily to her bare feet and climbed the steps back up to the console.

"Can I...keep my hands down?" she asked, face burning.

"Why? What are you hiding? Hands up, or I'll be **** to remove you from my TARDIS."

Biting her lip, Amy gingerly raised her hands above her head.

"Are...are you the Doctor?" Amy asked, starting to work out what was happening.

"I am indeed, my dear. Though I sense not your Doctor."

The Doctor swept around the console, a troubling expression on his face.

"Oh dear, oh dear. This is troubling. We need to fix this before the universe is at risk! You see, my dear," the Doctor said to Amy, who had now dropped her arms again. "I am the Doctor, but a previous incarnation of the one you know. It seems all my regenerations are trying to occupy the same position in time and space."

"And that's bad, right?"

"Certainly, my dear."

"Do you...do you think I could have something to wear?" Amy pleaded.

Her eyes had been following his coat as he moved around the control room, so she was slightly disappointed when he tossed his scarf to her. Fortunately, it was long enough to wrap around her figure many times. Her feet and pale legs were still bare, but her torso was well covered and being gently warmed by the soft, colourful material.

"T-thanks," Amy said, dropping onto a cool leather chair.

Amy rested her elbows on her bare lap and buried her head in her hands as the Doctor punched in their location.