The Eleventh Doctor

Told you so.

[The video comes from a rather low perspective--propped up against a pixelated tree.]

See that? [The Doctor points behind him, at a skeletal Kabutops stalking about.] That, odds are, is what's causing this mess. Not so scary, really. Though I don't know what's keeping it walking. Can't be Vashta Nerada, it's broad daylight.

Well. This is a thing that needs investigating. Can't very well investigate it when it's stalking about with those knives on its arms.

[With that, he lifts a rather large wrench onto his shoulder. Where'd he get a wrench? Better not to ask.]

Now I'm really not one for violence. But no sonic screwdriver, no TARDIS, and Adric's certainly being rubbish to help where he's all boxy. And this whatever-it-is isn't alive, it can't be. This is a thing that by all logic should not be walking around and yet there it is.

So if you'll excuse me.

[Wrench in hand, he followed the skeleton offscreen, chasing it down with a rather loud 'geronimo' folowed by the unmistakable sound of a wrench whacking the hell out of a skeleton.]

Well. Here we are.

[The camera focuses on someone who, quite frankly, looks like he just went through a paper shredder. Dark hair is disheveled, tie crooked, light blue shirt apparently shredded—he's actually quite a mess.]

'Here', however, is a bit unclear. Undefined, really. And the lack of broadcasts about 'Prisoner Zero' and 'incineration' is a bit worrying. Not to say I've never been somewhere strange before, but the fact that I came here with no apparent transport? Now that takes some effort, doesn't it? Never mind that clearly delusional woman calling herself my mum. I've had quite enough of 'are you my mummy?', thank you very much.

So. Anyone seen a big blue box?

[He paused for all of half a second.]

Also worrisome is the face that I seem to be working with one heart. How do you people manage?