The TARDIS led Steve into a new room, which looked like a briefing room if Steve had been a SHIELD agent in the 1980s. There were folders with his cover assignment, dossiers on people that would be there, and an old fashioned TV playing a documentary on the Regency Era as well as clothing for Steve to put on. The clothing looked ridiculous.
But most mercifully of all, the room was sound proofed.
Once Steve left, Jane deflated slightly. She remembered how much the chameleon arch hurt last time and she was afraid to subject herself to that level of pain. But she had to. She had less than an hour left. Her hands started to shake as she reached out for the helm.
"Stay with the TARDIS," the Doctor directed Bucky. "It'll be dull but at least you'll have a swimming pool. The TARDIS will give you an emergency cover in case you're needed and you may want to spend your time studying it. Six months, then this will be over. I chose a historical period that should make me much easier to manage and difficult to find. Hope you've cracked open an Austen or Bronte novel at least once."
Without warning, Jane pulled the helm down over her head. It was actually worse this time, perhaps because she'd done it a second time within a single regeneration. Her hair became lighter in color, though it stopped at blonde on its way to white and grew down past her shoulders. Her hearts felt like they would burst being rewritten into one once again, but they held, even as she screamed.