When Eleven walked in, he saw the perfect example of complete madness. In the dictionary, a picture of what was right in front of him would be very good next to the word "chaos".
There was a banner that had a clumsily written "WELCOME ELEVENTH" on it, with a few drawings of cats, obviously done by his Sixth incarnation. There were cupcakes with jelly babies on the top of the large pile of frosting each one had. Eleven was willing to bet that these were made by his Fourth incarnation, so he wasn't positive if it was safe to eat them or not. His Seventh incarnation was tied up in his Fourth's scarf. The Second was asleep on the floor with crude drawings all over his face. Eleven wasn't sure why he was on the floor, but he knew the drawings must have come from his Third incarnation, who was peacefully sitting on the couch, smiling at his work of art on the Second's face. His Fifth incarnation was scrubbing paint off the floor; apparently, the banner wasn't exactly dry yet. The Eighth was by a window in a deep conversation with himself, while the Ninth was carrying out some loaves of banana bread that he had most likely made himself. Again, Eleven wasn't sure if these were safe to eat either. The Tenth was pacing, glancing at his watch every few seconds. Nobody seemed to realize that Eleven was standing there except for One. One face palmed, and cleared his throat. Everyone looked up from what they were doing, except for Eight, who was still in a soliloquy.
"Boys, this is our newest model, Eleven," One announced.
Silence.
"Well don't just sit there! Say something!"
"Hi," Nine said unenthusiastically.
"YOU'RE FINALLY HERE!" Ten said, grinning widely.
"Yes, yes I am!" Eleven replied, grinning back.
"Let me show you your room," Ten said.
Eleven followed Ten up a flight of stairs and down an extremely long hallway with many doors.
"The House should have added on another room for you," Ten said.
"The House? So is the House kind of like the TARDIS?" Eleven asked.
"Kind of, except it can't move. But it does expand and it IS a lot bigger on the inside," Ten answered as he opened the door to what was going to be Eleven's new bedroom.
"Well, you can stay in here if you want, or you can come back down, just as long as you don't get lost. That happened to Two once and we sent Three to look for him. I'll just be downstairs getting ready for the party," Ten explained.
"Party?" Eleven said. He was still quite confused.
"Oh yeah, we have a party every time a new incarnation comes along. See you later!" Ten said as he started closing the door.
"Wait!" Eleven cried.
Ten stuck his head back in.
"What about the Other one?"
"Oh, you mean the War Doctor. He comes around every once in awhile. Five invited him, so he might come, he might not," Ten explained again.
Before he knew it, Eleven was alone at last.
"Wowzah! This place is nuts!" he whispered to himself.