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[the Doctor is here; he looks completely the same, and utterly different

his eyes are no longer closed, distant things; they are wide and clear as he runs frantic hands through his hair

when he speaks, it is with a strange mix of accents, all shifting into each other]

Surely I didn't regenerate in my sleep…

[he turns this way and that, holding himself as a vibrant, earnest youth]

I doubt this is some sort of Purgatory, considering such things don't exist. Perhaps I'm hallucinating; I know that can happen, particularly if death is difficult.

[his hands fall to his sides, curling into loose fists as he begins to pace, dogged and agitated]

It's possible I was poisoned as I slept. Cowardly, but I wouldn't put it past certain people. I can use this to my advantage, if I'm careful. Best not to dwell on it all. Yes. [softer, a dark mutter] I do hope I was the only target.

[abruptly, he stops; irritably, he snaps at the stars] Shouldn't this have worn off by now?

((Experiment time!

The Doctor has mentally reverted to his youth – well, relative youth. As far as he's concerned, he's just out of Academy, ready to change the world.

He is hopeful, determined, and compassionate; he is also brisk, snarky, and condescending.

HAVE FUN.))