“Hurry up, won’t you?” The Doctor was getting impatient.
“I’d love to, Sweetie, but I’m caught on something, and my clasp seems to be stuck.” River smiled sweetly. “Could you give me a hand?”
“Oh, for…” The Doctor reached for the ornate jewelled clasp on the shoulder of River’s dress, used his sonic screwdriver to get it unjammed, and suddenly the whole dress was on the floor, leaving River in skimpy undergarments.
“Thank you, that’s so much better.” River scooped up her dress. “Shall we go?”
The Doctor swallowed hard, unsure where to look. “I think you’d better follow me.”