[Author's Note: Sorry for the extreme delay; luckily after reading over the outline, watching the newest episodes and then the Waters on Mars episode I got really inspired again. Let's do this, shall we? Oh god… I just thought about Clara… Eh, maybe the next one.]

Chapter Three

"So wait… is it Rory Pond or Williams?" Martha asked as they made their way closer to the hotel's stone steps.

Doctor Martha and Nurse Rory were getting acquainted with mild medical talk and their adventures with the Doctor. Rory also found out that Martha was 5 months pregnant; and in hearing this, the Doctors became a bit more concerned.

"It's Pond!" The 10th doctor called back with a smirk.

"No! No, it's Williams, Rory Williams… and-and my wife…" Rory fumbled to pull his wallet out of his deep pockets, "This is my wife Amy. Amelia-"

"What? Williams? Amelia Williams? Now that just sounds… weird—It's strange really…" The 11th doctor mumbled to Martha; she laughed.

"It's not strange; it's a normal name… Williams is a normal, normal name." Rory stated, bashfully putting his wallet back.

"Yes, and normal is booo-riing; no matter how many time you say it." 10 commented.

"Where's Mickey? I thought he'd at least be here." 11 asked, checking some readings on his screwdriver.

"Oh yes, Mickey!" 10 exclaimed, nudging Rory, "You two would've gotten along swimmingly!"

Martha was happy to see her Doctor, he hadn't change, but they had a more pressing matter to attend to. What had brought all of them together? Martha was sleeping peacefully in her bed when she suddenly woke up in an abandoned car outside of the carnival. It took her a few minutes to regain her composure;—being pregnant has put her sensitivity levels on high—the bright sun had woke her up. She wandered all around the carnival before running into the Doctor. She let out a relaxing sigh, in thought. She was glad he was here.

"A-are you alright?" Rory asked, holding Martha up slightly by her elbows. "D-do you need to rest?"

She shook her head "no."

"I'm fine, I'm fine. I'm just trying to figure all of this out… Uh, Doctor?" Martha cued—either Doctor would do.

"Yes, well…first things first we should check out that hotel!" 11 stated, stuffing his screwdriver into his jacket pocket simultaneously with 10.

"Yes, if there's anyone there they should be able to help us figure this out." 10 continued.

Rory shook his head furiously.

"N-no, there's not anyone in the hotel. I-I mean, there's no one out here, at this carnival, why would there be someone in the ho—"

Before finishing his sentence, Rory was interrupted by a loud, female scream coming from the depths of the hotel. It was blood curdling. Everyone's attention snapped towards the building. 10 took a second to look back at Rory.

"That sounded like someone, didn't it?"

Meanwhile, the 9th Doctor and Amy stood in the heart of the carnival watching as the red headed woman scoped out the area around her—she also seemed to be talking to herself.

"So… you gonna tell me who she is?" Amy broke the silence.

"I told you, she's Donna Noble." 9 practically mumbled, "…she's the most important woman in all of creation…"

"Now that's a modest title."

9 ignored her; he was too busy trying to figure out why she was here—and how he should approach her. Would she remember? And even if she did, would it overload her? The Doctor pondered over it aloud.

"It's not the same face… It's not the same face!" he exclaimed to Amy.

"What? What are you-"

"Maybe if she sees this face…"

"Doctor."

9 continued, "Maybe she won't remember—oh, wait that's no good. Why is that no good?"

"Doctor, um…"

"What's the point in her being here if she cannot remember?" the Doctor palmed his head in exasperation, "Why is she even here in the first place?!"

"Doctor! She's coming over!" Amelia finally got through.

9's eyes widen as he removed his hand from his forehead and looked at Amy.

"You called me 'Doctor.'" He said with a big grin.

"Excuse me…" the two of them broke eye contact to meet the eyes of the most important woman in all of creation.

She had a questionable look on her face, but with good reason. Donna had just woken up in the seat of a rusted bumper car in an old, clearly abandoned, carnival. The light of the bright sun was responsible for her waking up. Her mind was going a mile a minute when she came to the conclusion that only one person could explain, or even help with, the predicament she was in.

"Hello, um… You two are the first people I've seen here all day—I thought this place was abandoned. You see, I'm looking for someone…an important someone; his name's the Doctor. He's about this tall and this thin." She explained, making a ridiculously small gesture when it came to his waist size.

"He's got funny brown hair, wears a suit, maybe a trench coat…and…why are you staring at me like that?"

The Doctor shook his head in disbelief with a smile on his face.

"Donna Noble… Donna Temple-Noble!" The 9th Doctor pulled Donna into a large hug, laughing lightly.

"Okay! Okaaay… how do you know my name?" Donna looked over at Amy slightly who sent a small, nervous shrug back.

The Doctor released his hug, still smiling widely and held Donna softly by the shoulders.

"Because, Doctor Donna... I'm the Doctor!"

Donna stared at him in disbelief, "You cannot possibly expect me to believe that… My-my Doctor is a-a string-bean in a suit! You're all ears and leather."

Amy scoffed.

"I know exactly how you feel." She empatised.

Before 9 could react, he was interrupted by a loud, desperate scream in the direction of the hotel. The same scream the other three doctors and nurse Rory had heard.

"What was that?!" Donna exclaimed.

"It could be the others! Let's go!" 9 grabbed Amy's hand- Amy grabbing Donna's—as they began running in the direction of the horrified scream.

"Running?! Okay, maybe you are the Doctor!" Donna yelled over the sound of their feet hitting the pavement.

They moved quickly through the rides. Amy's mind was on the well being on both the other Doctors and Rory of course. Worse case scenarios flooded her mind. However, as they turned a corner to the first flight of steps to the old, viney hotel building, they ran into the back of the 10th Doctor. He turned around quickly only to be greeted by a big hug from Donna.

"Doctor!" she cheered.

"D-Donna!?" 10 cried out.

"Martha!" 9 declared, arms stretched out.

"Doctor?" Martha stated, hesitantly hugging 9.

"Doctor Donna!" 11 greeted, hugging Donna as well.

"Doctor!" 10 cheered back to 9.

"Doctor!"

"Doctor!"

The three Doctors patted one another on the back, leaving the companions to look on in confusion.

"Alright, alright! Enough hugging about!" Donna barked, pushing the Doctors apart, "What's going on here?"

"Ah, yes! Well let me expla—" 11 was cut off.

"Hold on there, Raggedy-Man, maybe we should wait until all of your…companions are here." Amelia rationalized.

She honestly did not think they had anymore time to waste explaining the whole regeneration thing over again. Waiting for the other straggling companions and telling them all together would be much easier.

"Is there anyone missing?" Amy asked not noticing Rory straying from the group.

"Doctor?" he called from a small distance.

"Well, I've had a lot of friends…though, one does come to mind…a companion that is…" 11 admitted a bit somberly.

Martha quickly realized. How could she forget? She was so dear to the Doctor—well they all were, but… not as dear as she was. It pained her to remember the sadness in his face when he use to talk about her.

"Rose." Martha uttered.

Donna remembered just as fast, "Rose! Rose Tyler!"

"Okay, then we should wait until Rose comes. By the way, who's Rose Tyler?" Amy chimed in.

"Um…Doctor?" Rory gave another futile attempt to get everyone—more importantly the Doctor's—attention.

"She's not important!" 11 dismissed quickly, stepping away. He got some surprised looks from Donna and Martha, and a collective "hey!" from the other two Doctors.

"Okay!" he retorted, "She is important; but you and I—you and me…and myself—both know there is no way she could be here…wherever… here might be."

"I'm right. There's no way she could interact with all of us in this universe." 9 admitted.

"Right, so this will be the last time I'll have to say this. I'm the Doctor." 10 started.

"Doctor?!" called Rory.

"I'm the Doctor." 9 declared, crossing his arm.

"And I'm the Doctor." 11 finished, "When I die I regenerate and these are my past regenerations and this…" he adjusted his bow tie slightly, his head held high.

"This is my new face and body." He stated proudly.

"…And you're proud of that chin?" Donna joked.

Amy suppressed a snicker.

"Seems like you always had a strong feature, Doctor. His chin, 9's ears…" Martha joked as well.

The girls laughed together.

"And 10's skinny legs and side burns!" Amelia added in.

The companions were so busy poking fun at the Doctors they didn't hear them complaining; however, all their ears perked up as they heard Rory call out one final time.

"DOCTOR!"

"What is it, Rory?!" the three Doctors answered in unison.

Without having to explain his urgency, the group immediately noticed the problem. The once empty, and supposedly abandoned, carnival was now bustling with life.