"Pull that lever!"
"This one?"
"No, no, that one!"
Clara Oswald pulled the lever she was certain the Doctor was pointing to and the TARDIS lurched. They were both thrown to the ground. "Clara!" Came the grouchy old voice. "Which lever did you pull?!"
Clara scrambled to her feet and pointed to the lever. "This one." The Doctor frowned. "That was the wrong lever," was all he said. He looked at the date indicator, which usually displayed the date of their current location. All of the flaps now, though, were blank. Frowning, the Doctor pulled down the screen which showed their surroundings. All that was visible was mist. He knit his Attack Eyebrows and examined a few more gadgets.
"Where are we?" Clara asked. "Or when are we?"
A grunt escaped the Time Lord and he said, "Nowhere, never."
Clara raised an eyebrow. "What's that supposed to mean?"
"It means this place, whatever it is, doesn't exist."
"That doesn't make sense, how can we be somewhere that doesn't exist?"
"I don't know!" The Doctor exclaimed exasperatedly. He opened the door cautiously and peered out. Before them stretched an endless cloud. The Doctor examined it. "Solid," he grunted. Clara shook her head. "How can a cloud be solid?"
"Extra dense water vapor, and I really wish you had memories from your past selves cos then I wouldn't have had to tell you that."
They stepped out onto the cloud, but had no time to examine it, for just then the TARDIS shot up through the cloud and landed opposite them. They whirled around, but no, the TARDIS was still behind them. And in front of them. Two TARDIS's. The door opened and a familiar face popped out. "Doctor..." She said. "We're on some sort of cloud...and there's me...and another TARDIS and an old man."
"What?" Out stepped the Doctor. A younger Doctor, with a fez perched precariously on his head and a bowtie at his neck. He stood next to the Clara who had come with him and peered at the other two. He glanced from the first Clara to the next and a grin slowly spread on his face. "Two Clara's? Oh, this is brilliant!"
"Doctor?" Asked the Clara who had arrived first, but looking at the younger Doctor. "Is that really you? Two Doctors in one place, I thought--"
Another TARDIS zoomed up onto the cloud and Amy Pond stumbled out the door. Her mouth dropped open and she called, "Doctor..."
Two men appeared by her. Rory Williams, and the Doctor. Now, if there's anything worse than having different Doctors in the same place; it's having more than one of the same Doctor in the same place. "Oh, ho, ho!" Shouted the Doctor who had arrived second. The Doctor who had come with the Ponds grinned, pointed at the fez the other was wearing, and turned to Amy with a stupid grin, still pointing. Amy, however, was more interested in Clara than in the fez. She ambled over to the second party, and, speaking to that Doctor, inquired, "Who'd you replace us with?" She looked down at Clara demeaningly and flicked some of her brown hair. Clara wrinkled her nose and the Doctor stepped between them quickly. "Amy, this is Clara; Clara, Amy."
Just then another TARDIS zoomed onto the cloud and Rory remarked, "What is this, a parking lot for TARDIS's?"
A man wearing a blue suit, red converse, and a brown trench coat poked his head out the door. "What?!" He exclaimed. He stepped out and Donna Noble followed him. Before any remarks could be made, up shot another TARDIS, which deposited another really-nice-haired Doctor and Martha Jones. As if things weren't confusing enough, there came another TARDIS, and out tumbled Rose Tyler and a third spikey-haired spectacled Doctor. Try saying that three times fast. And then, nearly immediately after, came a seventh TARDIS, and out came a second Rose Tyler and a daft-faced Doctor, who remarked, "Oh look, Rose, a family reunion! That's nice, look you're here twice! Hey, that rhymed!"