He was gone now, his future self. Rather, the Fifth Doctor had gone home to the past. For a moment his eyes lingered on the roundels of the console room: gleaming white, perfect while his mind projected onto them the image of the future TARDIS walls in their decay. He had neglected to ask which regeneration his future self was at, how far in the future- so many questions. Something about the other Doctor made him uneasy and he knew at once what it was; so much approbation, adoration even… palpable disassociation. And he thought on days to come.
