The Eleventh Doctor woke up, feeling tired and a bit dizzy. He was lying on the ground. He didn't know where he was, but the last thing he could remember was...dying?
He stood up, feeling a bit uneasy on his legs. There was a house on a hill. Everything else was covered in fog. He felt he didn't have much to lose, so he walked up to the house. When he walked up to the house, he was surprised to see an old man sitting in a rocking chair on the porch. The even stranger thing was that Eleven recognized the man as himself.
"Aaahh, we've been waiting for you my boy," the man said.
"What?" Eleven replied.
"You see, when each Doctor dies, he comes here. Because I am the first incarnation, I have been here for about 1,500 years," he explained.
Eleven still didn't understand the whole thing, but he nodded his head any ways.
"Come along now, the others will want to meet you!" The First Doctor commanded as he opened the door to the large house.

Thanks for reading, this is my first chapter AND my first story, so I hope you like it! :)