The Time Lord hurriedly walked down the backstreets of London, his hands tinkering with yet another alien piece of machinery. His buxom companion followed after him, her curvaceous form bouncing in the summer breeze.
Noticing the stares of various men and women from surrounding windows, the young woman huffed at her friend's questionable choice of attire.
"Good lord, Doctor!" Peri said. "Couldn't you have picked a less noticeable get up?"
The Doctor merely looked at her.
"Everyone's staring," the young woman said, her face taking on a puppy dog-like frown.
The Doctor's eyes traveled southward.
"Yes," the Doctor said. "That's what they're staring at......"