"That was my favorite suit!"

"Relax, Doctor," Rose said. "You have plenty more just like it in the Wardrobe."

"But they're not the same," he pouted.

"I've never been able to see the difference."

"Well, your eyes don't see that far into the ultraviolet spectrum, Rose."

"I suppose not, but you really need to focus on the bigger picture. I mean, the more serious issue," she corrected herself, her cheeks going red.

"What could possibly be more serious than my favorite suit being defabricated?"

"You're naked, Doctor. In the middle of Trafalgar Square. At noon."

He grabbed her hand. "Run!"