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This chapters pov: Donna Noble's point of view starting on the last couple seconds of 'Turn Left'

"Doctor, what is it? What's 'Bad Wolf'?" I asked, shutting the TARDIS door behind me.

"It's the end of the universe," the Doctor answered horror struck, freezing where he stood for a second that seemed to stretch on forever, before bounding over to the console and twisting some what's-a-whoozits. The TARDIS sprang into life, shooting off to its next destination. I gripped the TARDIS's side in an effort to stay up. But something was wrong, the movement was a little bit too insane, the noises extra loud-traveling in the TARDIS had never been this out of control.

"Doctor-" I tried to call out, interrupted by a blaring siren pulsing through the TARDIS.

"No, no, no!" the Doctor yelled over the noise, smashing buttons and twisting knobs in an effort to stop the blaring sound. "Not now!"

"Doctor, what's happening?" I bellowed, the sirens subsiding. But suddenly, it wasn't just the Doctor and me, two other people had randomly appeared. The first was a man, his ears sticking out far too huge, with next to nearly no hair, and the leather jacket just completed the whole boat captain look. The second figure was more recognizable, the same woman in the odd parallel world based around me-Rose.

"Who are you two, and what are you doing in the TARDIS?" the man nearly growled, his eyebrows furrowing into a stern glare.

"No! No! Not now! Anytime but now!" the Doctor threw up his hands in frustration, bounding over to continue messing with the console, before rushing over to give the new arrivals a look over. "Oh Rose..."

"How do you know who I am?" Rose asked defiantly. "Doctor, what's going on?"

"I don't know," the other man answered. Why on earth would he answer to Doctor?

"But this isn't right, I don't even remember this! How can I not remember this?" the Doctor sputtered, scratching the back of his head. "Sorry Doctor, this is quite a mess. I'm you, well, future you."

"Oh, Doctor!" the younger Doctor cried out in recognition, his face brightening. "How would you not remember this though?"

"Wibbly-wobbly, timey-wimey-the walls between realities are breaking... But that shouldn't affect time!" the older Doctor blundered on, his mouth running at lightning speed. "I had the shields up and everything!"

"What the hell is going on?" I asked impatiently, hands on my hips. Three pairs of eyes swiveling in my direction. "How can there be two Doctors?"

"The different points in our timelines collided, our TARDISes merged into one. It's already started, the universe is breaking down," the older Doctor explained, scrunching up his nose slightly. "I would send you back but, eh, doubtful your reality even is in one full piece."

"Paradoxes-" the other Doctor started off.

"Hardly matters right now. Like I said, the walls of realities are collapsing-paradoxes are just a common defect," the older Doctor clarified, grimacing. "If you don't mind-" the Doctor threw his arms around Rose and squeezed her up into a giant hug. Rose, they were back together. I could see it in his eyes, he loved her, so much. And after so much, helping so many people, he had lost her.

To my surprise Rose pulled away, an uncomfortable smile twisting on her lips. "Sorry, it's just, I don't really know you," she muttered apologetically, taking a step towards her more familiar Doctor. "Not yet anyway."

"Right, yeah. Sorry," the older Doctor sighed, his voice completely broken. He cleared his throat. "Anyway, let's see how screwed up reality is." Before anyone could object, this Doctor threw open the TARDIS doors and walked into the sunlight. "2012, Cardiff. Eh, of course we're next to Torchwood; that crack must be acting up like crazy as everything's breaking down."

"Torchwood?" Rose asked, as the four of us scurried away from the TARDIS and towards a large, reflective, building.

"Yep," the older Doctor's smile faltered for a split second once again, but he regained control fast enough for me to mistake it as a trick of the light. Rose's eyes met mine for a moment; we had both seen it. "Doctor, can you tell?" the older Doctor sniffed the air.

"Yeah," boat captain Doctor agreed, nodding grimly. "The edges of our vision, corner of our eye, it's all too reflective and superficial. Reality is splintered around us. There's barely a soul walking about."

"Hang on, what about that lot?" I pointed vaguely to a giant group of people huddled next to the sculpture-like building. It was a surprise no one else had spotted them, about ten people milling about, apparently all listening to someone yapping on in a stressed and serious voice.

"The question is, what?" a man was saying to the others, his dark gray trench coat flapping in the wind.

"Oi, you lot, what's going on?" I marched up to them, the two Doctors and Rose trailing after me.

"Donna, hang on," the Doctor I knew chided, running up after me. "Let's not get ahead of ourselves."

"You won't explain it properly, this man seems to know what he's talking about," I scoffed, rolling my eyes.

"I-I did, it's just... complicated," the Doctor I knew sighed.

"D-donna," the man gaped, spinning around to face me. "You remember-Of course, more past mes and people. Well isn't this just perfect. Time is officially screwed up. Oh dear, you lot know even less people."

"Doctor, 'Bad Wolf,'" my Doctor warned, staring intensely into apparently another Doctor's eyes. "The universe is-"

"Oh that's when you are!" the curly haired Doctor with the trench coat cried out. "Actually, no, you'll get to that in time. This I'm afraid is even worse, reality has splintered-there's no real reason why it still exists at all, or even why this is happening."

"We need to get away from Torchwood," A tall, dark-haired man with an American accent reminded the Doctors. "This is only going to keep happening again."

"Right-o, introductions as soon as we cross into the next area," the Doctor I knew spoke up, bounding away down the road. That didn't even make sense! Cross into the next area...? After hesitating for a moment the group followed him. Suddenly, the Doctor vanished in front of me, the area where he was standing shimmered slightly, but other then that he had completely gone. Then Rose, who was running barely in front of me disappeared as well. Hesitantly, I continued. One step and a blink later, I wasn't in Cardiff anymore! Instead the busy streets of London moved around us. Bustling coach wagons passing by, containing men in fancy suits and woman in elegant dresses long enough to sweep the floor.

"That's what you mean, next area," I muttered windedly, glancing around. "So time has literally..."

"Splintered, yes," the curly haired Doctor nodded, as our giant crowd came bustling through. "Walk off one splinter, you fall into the next."

"You were saying about introductions?" the seemingly youngest Doctor prompted, looking around the rather large group of people.

"Right, let's see if I can say this in one long breath," the curly haired Doctor clapped his hands together before pointing to us all in turn. "Donna, Rose, Amy, Rory, Molly, Martha, Mickey, John, Jack, Ianto-" He gasped for air, before starting up again. "-Ninth Doctor, Tenth Doctor, Eleventh Doctor, and the Twelfth Doctor. Not quite one breath then, let's just hope this is all the people we'll have to worry about."

"Doctor, well, Doctors, I don't think we can cross back to the same place," the man who went by John clarified, his head poking up, out of thin air. "We best stay together."

"Yes, good call Johnny boy," the Eleventh Doctor nodded, adjusting his ridiculous bow tie. "Best if we partner up, make sure no one gets thrown into another time or place-or even reality-on their own. Twelve, you know everyone the best most likely..."

"Alright," the Twelve Doctor agreed. "Threes would actually work better, I'd think. Rose, Amy, and Rory you're together. Martha, Mickey, and Molly so are you. Jack, Ianto, and Nine. Donna, Ten, and Eleven you're a threesome. And just John and I as a pair."

"Seems daft to split up," Martha groaned, rolling her eyes.

"Well, yes, we're not going to try and split up. This is just in case," Twelve pointed out, moving towards the John bloke. "And besides, no one seems very keen to mingle, well except for the Doctors, well, and Jack, but that's besides the point. You're all brilliant people; and we're going to get through this!"

The Eleventh Doctor bounced towards Ten and I, beaming light heartedly... No, not light heartedly, even if this wasn't the Doctor I knew, it was still him. Still my best friend. Even if this Doctor didn't seem to show his loneliness as plainly as the one I was use to, it still lurked right under the bow tie and suspenders, in his aged, weary eyes.

"That's who I'm going to become...?" The Tenth Doctor whispered tiredly into my ear.

"It's still you," I assured him, giving him a comforting hug. He seemed so utterly broken right now, he had ever since being rejected by Rose and sinking into the cold reality of this get together. This wasn't a happy reunion, where all of his friends and past were suddenly together-it was a graveyard of people he had replaced, and people who would replace. Strangers pulled from their timelines and stuck together while reality crashed down around us. The only one who knew us all so extremely well was the Twelfth Doctor, which made this such a living graveyard for him, that he had paired himself with the one person he apparently didn't know the fate of-John.