“‘Heiress Elopes with Disgraced Nobleman,’” Romana read from the morning paper which the hotel had sent up with their breakfast.
“An exciting story, but not a terribly original one,” the Doctor commented with a wink.
She buttered a scone. “Please don’t wink, it’s terrifying. And I was told at the time it was a government job. That’s the exact inverse of an elopement.”
“And yet we’ve finished with the Key to Time and here you are.”
“Here I am,” she agreed.
“Can one have a retroactive elopement?”
She looked thoughtful. “Yes. That’s one of the privileges of the Time Lords.”