"Rose?" The Doctor groaned as he woke up with his face planted on the ground. Splinters of wood and dirt stuck to his face as he attempted to pull himself up. Bright lights harassed his half-closed eyes. His head was pounding, but he could distinctly hear the voices of the numerous of people around him. They were coming towards him; asking him questions in worried tones. He could barely make out what they were saying while he was trying to clear the throbbing in his mind.

"David? David? Are you alright?" A masculine voice asked. The Doctor looked above him to see a crowd of people along with a blonde-haired man surround him. He stood up to find a similar crowd next to his. They were in a circle around something that he could not see. The blond-haired man asked the same question.

"What? Yeah, I'm fine." The Doctor responded, slightly confused that he called him David. "What happened?"

"A couple of the set's lights came down because some of the crew," the man said while glaring at a few people amongst the crowd, "didn't fasten them correctly. They fell on both you and Billie. Let's just hope the two of you don't have a concussion. Although considering that large bump on your head," the Doctor reached his hand to touch the hill that stuck out of his temple. "I don't think you'll be so lucky."

A few people started fussing with his head and he shoved their hands away. He observed where he was. It looked like a spacious wooden shack with a couple of boxes stacked together. The place seemed vaguely familiar to him. However, the cameras and filming equipment that were placed everywhere seemed foreign in his memory. His concern for the whereabouts of his pink and yellow human continued to grow.

"Where's Rose? She's the girl I was with. She has blonde hair and hazel eyes, have you seen her?" The Doctor asked as his eyes scanned the room for his companion.

"Rose?" The man said with an amused look. "Oh…" he chuckled, "you mean Billie. She's over there." He nodded towards the encircled crowd next to them. The Doctor pushed his way into the crowd and saw her.

Her hair was more curly and darker than he remembered. She wore tattered gray leggings with a faded green vest jacket over a torn white dress. The Doctor thought it was rather odd seeing that she wasn't wearing that when he last saw her. She was sitting up with her fingers massaging her head; obviously experiencing the same throbbing the Doctor was feeling. She looked a little older too, but her make-up was hiding the few wrinkles she had.

"Rose!" When the Doctor finally reached her he grabbed her shoulders and examined her. Fortunately, she did not have the same head injuries as him.

"Doctor!" cried Rose and gave him a tight hug. She was relieved to finally see a familiar face amongst a bunch of strangers, and not just any familiar face, but the Doctor's. "Where are we and who are all these people?"

"I don't know." He said as he looked around once again. He suddenly became aware of a man that stood by who wore a black t-shirt. On that t-shirt was his ship, the TARDIS. The bizarre sight sent his thoughts tumbling. He then started to notice other things too. The film cameras had small labels to mark them and on it, it read Doctor Who. A few other people who surrounded them had similar shirts on as well. The one that surprised him the most read "Trust Me I'm the Doctor" with his face on the center. What the hell was going on?

"I don't know," he repeated himself once more. "And I really don't like not knowing."

A group of people started rushing towards them. "Make way everyone," the blonde-haired man said. "The medics are here."

This jolted the Doctor from his dazed look and into the current situation. These medics could not examine him much less touch him. Two hearts would definitely cause a scene.

"Wait, wait, wait, now hold on a minute! I'm fine! No need for a check-up!" He assured them. His remarks did not stop the medics as they began checking him and Rose for signs of a concussion. Once seeing that they had no head injury, except the Doctor's bruise on his head, they checked their blood pressures. Afterwards, they took out the dreaded stethoscopes. The Doctor and Rose both held their breathes. They knew what was going to happen and it was not going to be pretty. The medic who was examining the Doctor placed his stethoscope on his chest. Surprisingly, he did not scream or have that shocked expression people have when they discover you're an alien. In fact, he remained to have a calm demeanor when he removed the stethoscope.

"Okay, you're all good. No concussion, blood pressure's fine, and your heart sounds alright. You might want to rest for a few days though, that bruise is going to cause you some headaches," the Doctor's medic told him. One heart. The Doctor had one heart.

"Wait," Rose grabbed the medic's arm. "You're telling me you didn't find anything peculiar? Like…I dunno…a double heartbeat?" The medic shook his head, carrying the same amused expression as the blond-haired man when the Doctor asked him if he's seen Rose.

"By the way," the medic said. "My son loves your show. He's a complete fan. I think he got it from me. I used to watch it when I was his age, back when it was black and white. I even watched the reboot and your run on the show," the medic looked at the Doctor. In return, the Doctor gave him a puzzled look.

"And what show is this?" The Doctor questioned him. The medic laughed at him thinking he was joking.

"Doctor Who of course!" The man said still laughing. "Well, it was nice meeting you both, but I've got to go." The medic walked away while the Doctor looked at Rose with raised eyebrows.

"Okay everyone!" The blonde-haired man announced. "We have to stop filming for a couple days because the medics just informed me that Billie and David need a short break after what just happened. We'll come back in about four days so until then we'll just have to make modifications to the sound and visual effects of the scenes that were already shot. Alright, well have a nice weekend and I'll see you on Monday." The man was about to leave when the Doctor stopped him.

"Excuse me; I'm kind of an idiot so I was wondering if you could answer this question." Rose snickered at him. The man gave the Doctor a strange look, but nodded for him to continue. "What year is this?"

"Blimey David, how hard did those lights hit you? It's 2013, the show's 50th birthday."

"And again, since I am an idiot, who are you and where are we?"

"Okay, first of all I think you need to get your head checked by a doctor. Hah, no pun intended. Second of all we're filming the Day of the Doctor in Cardiff. I'm directing, Nick remember?" He spoke to him as if he were a child.

"Oh, right, right. Sorry, yeah it must be the bump on my head. I guess I gotta go get that checked then." The Doctor said innocently.

"And what's with the English accent?"

"Sorry?"

"We're not filming anymore; you don't have to speak in an English accent, ya daft Scottie."

"Oh yes, sorry I must have gotten too much into character." The Doctor told him, instantly switching into his Scottish accent.

"Right…well I hope you two feel better. We have a lot more to do after this scene." With that, the director called Nick walked off muttering how strange actors were.

The Doctor walked over to Rose, who was already standing from where she sat, and was waiting for him. "Weeell, I think I know where we are now."

"Where?" Rose asked with her eyebrows knit together.

"We're in a universe where our life is a show on the telly."