A man clad in a green corduroy blazer, light brown pointed toe shoes, black trousers, and a rich red bowtie roosted upon a park bench. He looked up in the the cloudless blue sky, and smiled. It did look very different than the sky he was so used to back home. He closed his eyes, but heard tweeting. He reopened his eyes, and looked to the left. The general direction of the sound. A small avian roosted upon the arm of the dark green metal bench. A nightingale was perched upon the arm of the bench. He smiled, and responded with a happy tweet of his own before he outstretched a finger just under the bird. It hopped upon his finger, and he slowly guided his finger upward to his face, and whistled to imitate the tweet of the avian. He smiled wider as the bird tweeted in return. He then threw his hand into the air.
The avian taking off into the sky as a result of this sudden action. He then brought his hand back to his side, and smiled as he closed his eyes. He then heard something like mechanical stomping. He sighed, but stood up anyway and took off toward the mechanical stomping. He didn't know what it was, but it somehow sounded familiar. He hid behind a tree, and peeked out at the creature. Then he realized what it was. It was a Cyberman! He had never seen this model before, but this particular model of Cyberman looked very old. Human hands protruding from what looked like a flimsy suit of armor. A massive unit strapped to the creature's chest. A fabric like mask covering the face. Two holes covered with a mesh so the human inside could see where they were going. Two tubes protruding from the sides of the head meeting up above the head both tubes connecting to what looked like a light in the center of the two tubes.
Through, with the newer models he had encountered, he assumed that even the oldest model would have been outfitted with the newer technology making that model that much more deadly. He rounded the tree effectively retreating from his hiding place. The Cyberman looking to him saying and doing nothing at least until the man stopped a few feet away from the creature clutching the lapels of his blazer. "And who are you?" the Cyberman asked. Its voice sounding much more human than mechanical, but its voice still had a mechanised tinge to it. "I would like to ask you the same." the man finally spoke. A British accent flowed effortlessly past his lips. "I am Bill Potts." the Cyberman said. The man's eyes widened. A Cyberman remembering who they previously were?! This was clearly something worth investigating.
The man stood there for a moment before the Cyberman repeated: "And who are you?" to which the man replied: "I am the Nightingale. A Time Lord from the planet Gallifrey. The constellation of-" the man -now known as the Nightingale- replied. He was then cut off by the Cyberman. "I know of the planet." the Cyberman replied. "How?!" asked the Time Lord. His tone rising. "I was a companion of the Doctor." the creature replied. The Nightingale's eyes widened. "Take me to him." he said. "I am unaware of his location." the Cyberman replied. The Nightingale took a string out of his pocket. At the end of said string, was a silver Yale key. The Time Lord looked to the object. A tear falling.
"You are sad," the Cyberman said. The Nightingale looked to the Cyberman with a nod of confirmation. "Yes." he replied as he wiped the stray tear from his face with the sleeve of his blazer. "You must not have an emotional inhibitor." the Nightingale said seeing as how to creature recognised his current emotion. He then smiled widely, and turned on his heels, and walked back the way he came. He then looked back over his shoulder, and saw that the Cyberman remained in the place in the small clearing surrounded by a thin layer of trees in the park. The Nightingale waved his arm in the direction he was walking to beckon the creature to follow. Silently, the Cyberman began to follow the Time Lord. After a minute of walking, the two stopped in front of a grey cylinder with a single white door on it.
The Nightingale turned to the Cyberman, and smirked. "Is this your machine?" asked the Cyberman. The Time Lord nodded. "Yes," he replied. "Obviously much different from the Doctor's," the Nightingale said as he snapped his fingers. A low snapping sound being produced as well as the door to the Ship rotating inward revealing the interior. "Much different." the Time Lord finally said as he happily trotted into the Ship, and over to the left wall to pull a chair over to the console, and another chair with a long dark brown backing with a squiggle like design running to the top of the seat. The Cyberman walked into the Ship, and looked around at the mint green walls with these round things embedded into them. "Sit." the Nightingale said. The Cyberman complied, and sat in the chair in front of the Time Lord who took a cylinder out of his blazers' interior pocket with a smile looking toward the Cyberman.
"I'm going to do something very special for you, Bill." said the Nightingale as he looked to the Cyberman in front of him. "What do you mean?" asked the creature. "I'm going to free you. Would you like that?" the Time Lord asked. "I would like that very much." the Cyberman said. "You certainly don't have an emotional inhibitor." said the Time Lord to himself. The cylinder he pulled out of his jacket's pocket had four metal claws which encased a deep blue emitter, copper struts with metal struts beside those running down the device, and into another copper section which tapered slightly to meet the top of a hand stitched black leather grip. At the bottom of the grip was a thin copper band which wrapped around the device, and just below that, and ivory handle, yellowed through repeated use. And finally, a copper end cap to signify the end of the device. The Time Lord was holding his most useful tool in his hand. A tool of many capabilities. His sonic screwdriver.
He tossed the device in the air, and caught it after it flipped twice, and shown it to the Cyberman who looked to it. "Accessing," said Bill. He figured the creature was analyzing the device. "A sonic screwdriver." said Bill. The Nightingale nodded. "Yes," he said as he held the device in a stabbing motion toward the Cyberman's chest unit. "This is what I am going to use to free you. This can also double as a defensive weapon, and defensive only." the Time Lord said adding emphasis to the word 'only'. And not a moment later, the Time Lord poised the device in such a way the emitter was aimed at the creature's' bulky chest unit thinking this would be a simple process.
The Time Lord then held the button on the device down. The emitter lit up a cool blue, and a soft buzzing emitted from the device. Not even a moment later, sparks flew from the unit which caused the Nightingale to wice. "Okay…" he said as he looked the Cyberman in the eyes. "Let's start with the mask instead." He said. He held the button down at the neckline of the Cyberman. A section of the mask came away from the neck piece it was connected to. The Nightingale then slowly slid the emitter of the device across the neck. The mask peeling away like a zipper.
Soon the mask was completely separated from the neck line. The TIme Lord slowly lifted the mask which slowly revealed Bill's face. A young half caucasian half African girl with beautiful deep brown eyes, and a mess of curly black hair atop her head. He smiled warmly at the human. She smiled back. "Hello, Bill." he said as he stopped for a moment to look into her eyes. "Hello, Nightingale." Bill replied. The Time Lord was then snapped from his trance, and began to work on the rest of the suit which encased her body. "Let's get to work on the rest of this suit, hmm?" the Nightingale asked rhetorically. Bill nodded anyway and watched as the Time Lord's sonic screwdriver worked its way around the entire suit. Pieces falling off one after the other.
After half an hour, the suit was entirely off the human. He threw the chest unit aside to the floor in a pile with the rest of the suit putting his screwdriver back in his blazer's interior pocket. Bill then latched onto the Time Lord weeping into this chest. The Nightingale responded by running his hand through her mess of curly black hair with a smile. "You're free now." he said as he lifted her head up from his chest. His undershirt stained with tears from the ecstatic human. Her face also adorned with tears which the Time Lord wiped away with his thumb. He chuckled. "Thank you!" she cried as she wrapped her arms around him in a tight hug. The Time Lord happily hugged back. "You must be famished," said the Nightingale. Bill broke the hug and laughed. "Like you wouldn't believe!" she said as he stood up.
The Time Lord then made his way to a set of double doors within the Ship, and opened them. The doors opened inward revealing a much smaller room. From what Bill could immediately see, there was a small machine -mint green like the rest of the console room- that the Nightingale stopped in front of. Bill stood next to the Time Lord. A quizzical look on her face. "What is this thing?" she asked. "The food machine." the Time Lord replied. The machine which reside in front of a wall had eighteen lights on the top. A light marked 'water' along with a button marked the same. A button just above that marked with the word 'food' and two dials to the left and right of the two buttons which were atop one another. The dial on the left had the letters A to Z. And the dial on the right had the numbers 1 to 9.
He began to operate the machines dials turning the dial on the right of the letter J, and the dial on the left to the number 6. He then pointed to a large button above the dials. Bill obliged, and pressed the button. The machines eighteen lights began to blink -two on the left and two on the right in random order- while the machine itself made a series of funny noises. Soon the machine beeped three as the lights stopped. The machine then ceased all activity all together. He then slid a drawer open which revealed a small aluminium foil wrapped cube. Bill took the item, and looked to it as she unwrapped it closing the drawer afterwhich the Nightingale pressed the food button a few times receiving as many of the cubes as button presses.
A small white cube resided in the palm of the human's hand. "It's a flavored cube. It can taste like anything. Provided you have the right code," the Time Lord said as he held up a small booklet. Bill skimmed through it and saw many codes and what kind of flavored cubes they would produce. She set the manual back on top of the machine, and looked back to the cube in her hand. "Bacon and eggs huh?" she asked as she looked to the machine, and remembered the code from within the booklet. She then popped the cube within her mouth, and began to chew. Her eyes lit up as she tasted the very thing the booklet had predicted. Bacon and eggs.
"Just one of these will fill you up." the Time Lord said with sime as he put the three he had just received in his outside pocket. "Just one of these will fill you up completely." the Nightingale added as he walked back into the console room. The Time Lord began operating the console's controls. The Ship taking off a moment later with a resounding thump Bill knew very well. She looked to the Time Lord. "Where are we going?" asked the human. "Somewhere amazing." the Nightingale replied with a smile as the TARDIS entered the time vortex.
The Time Lord then looked to the human remembering she had been converted only one month ago. "Those clothes must be filthy." he said. Bill looked herself up and down. "You're right." she said as she looked back to him. The Nightingale flipped a switch walking away from the console a moment later. Bill followed him, and into the spare room. The behind the wall the food machine resided behind, to the right, and over to another set of double doors. He opened them, and immediately turned to the right opening a single door -similar to the other two sets of double doors- to reveal the Ship's wardrobe. Bill saw two racks on each side of the room. A long corridor of textiles filled her vision. She walked into the room, and looked for a new change of clothes.
She emerged a moment later in a bright multicolored tank-top, black trousers with the other clothes swung around her shoulder. The Time Lord then closed the door to the wardrobe, and opened a door right in front of the wardrobe to reveal the Ship's laundromat. A single washer and dryer resided within the room. The human tossed her old clothes into the washer putting in some detergent, and starting it. Only a minute passed, and the washer went off with a buzz signifying the end of the process. Bill's eyes widened. "Only one minute?!" she asked astonished. She took her clothes out of the washer, and tossed them into the dryer starting it. Another minute went by, and the dryer went off with a buzz. She smirked and opened the dryer taking the clothes out.
She smiled, and took them back into the console room -with the Nightingale in tow- slinging the clothes around the arm of the chair. The Time Lord then made his way back to the console, flipping the switch he had flipped before he left the console, and began operating the controls. Bill had no idea where they were going to land, and realized she had not changed her shoes. "I'm going to go change my shoes right quick. I'll be right back." she said as she set off to the wardrobe.
The human re-emerged from the wardrobe in a different pair of black boots. She made her way back to the console room to see the Time Lord sitting on the floor. His legs dangling out the open door into the endless void known as Outer Space. She approached the aperture, and sat next to him, and leaned her head on his shoulder. He looked to the human and smiled as he wrapped an arom around her shoulder. Bill's smile grew wider as she looked out into the endless void. "This really is amazing, isn't it?" asked the Nightingale.
Bill nodded in reply. "It is." she said as she looked to the Time Lord who smiled back at the human. "I come here to think." he said as he rested both of his hands behind him. Bill did the same, and chuckled. "I can see why." she replied. "Nothing to bother me, just me, and the Ship." the Nightingale said as he closed his eyes. "And me." Bill added. "Yes, and you." he laughed. Bill laughed with him.
After the longest moment of silence, the human looked to the Time Lord. "What ever happened to your planet, Gallifrey?" asked Bill. The Nightingale shrugged. "I don't know," he replied. "But I know it's still out there. He said as he looked to the human. "Why don't you see if it really is still there?" asked Bill. The Nightingale remained silent. His expression changed from happy to sad and scared in a moments notice. "What's wrong?" asked Bill as she looked to the Time Lord concerned. "I want to go back, but at the same time, I don't." the Nightingale said. "Why not?" Bill asked quizzically. "I was framed," the Time Lord said.
Before Bill had a chance to open her mouth to ask why, he added: "for the attempted murder of Rassilon. The lord president of Gallifrey." the Nightingale replied. Bill gasped in shock. "I have no idea what to do…" he looked to her. "Go back." she replied a moment later. The Time Lord had currently no words for the human who had essentially asked him to go on a suicide mission to face the trial and possible punishment that would come with it. He had no evidence, no eyewitnesses. All in all, he had no way to prove he was innocent. And he was scared. Not much scared the Time Lord, but the thought of an early death set him off. However, he took a deep breath, and piloted the Ship to land back at his home of The Shining world of the Seven Systems. Otherwise known as: Gallifrey.
The Ship landed with a thump, and the Nightingale snapped his fingers. The doors opening in response. A grey room was revealed to him. The repair bays of Gallifrey. He was home. He gulped, and stepped out the Ship as he looked around. Many other TARDISes like his own. Ships in the shape of a grey cylinder with a single white door on it. Ships with problems ranging from broken chameleon circuits to zig-zag plotters. And in front of his was a sign with the text 'Missing Type 40 TT Capsule' written on the object.
He was home. He turned back to Bill who stood in the doorway of the Ship. "You can come if you'd like." the Nightingale said. Bill shook her head. "I won't be able to help." she replied. "If you say so. Do not touch the console, but feel free to explore the rest of the Ship." the Time Lord said before he snapped his fingers. The exterior door to the Ship closing leaving him in silence in the repair shop for the longest time. He looked around at all the TARDISes to pass the time. He knew the sensors would have picked up a TARDIS landing back in the bays, and Rassilon would be here any minute.
He then looked to the doors of the repair bay as he heard them open. The lord president himself was standing in the doorway. Rassilon. "Lord president, you're looking well." the Nightingale said in hopes the cheap flattery would get him out of the current situation but to no avail. Rassilon silently walked away. The Nightingale took the silent order to follow him. He silently followed. He walked next to him for some time before they finally stopped in front of the door. He knew where he was sent. The court room.
The courtroom was filled with Time Lords and Time Ladies alike. The Nightingale was sent to the stage without hesitation. Not forcefully, but unusually calmly. His hearts began thumping in his chest. "All rise." the judge said. Every Time Lord and Lady -including the Nightingale- rose. Finally a moment later, the judge said "Be seated." to which all the courtroom sat back in their seats. The judge looked to the Nightingale then back to the rest of the courtroom. "This Time Lord has been summoned here today on the account of lord president Rassilon." the judge said as he gestured to Rassilon. The judge then looked back to the Time Lord within the stand, the Nightingale.
"This Time Lord has attempted to assassinate Rassilon himself. If he be found guilty, a firing squad shall be summoned on the morrow." the judge said. The Nightingale tried to remain calm, but hearing his method of disposal sent his hearts into overdrive. Pumping wildly to help pump blood to his brain to help him think clearly. His breathing became unsteady. "Any objections?" asked the judge. The Time Lord had no words for the longest time. "I- I have been framed sir." he said. His breathing and speech very uneasy. "Framed? By whom?" asked the judge. His tone softening to help the Nightingale with his situation.
"I- I don't know." the Time Lord stammered. His hearts were pounding in his ears. He couldn't think straight. But someway somehow, he remembered that Rassilon had a hypercube on him at all times which recorded the goings on within his chambers. "Lord president," the Nightingale said. Rassilon looked to the Time Lord. "do you not have a hypercube which records the goings on in your chamber?" asked the Nightingale. Rassilon nodded. "Is this true?" asked the judge. "Yes, your honor." Rassilon replied.
"May I see it?" asked the judge. Rassilon nodded again, and took a white cube glowing with a slight blue tinge. A symbol of a serpent swallowing its own tail was on the side of the cube. The judge took it, and closed his eyes taking a listen to it. The cubes worked by sending a message telepathically. The object could be used by humans as well as Time Lords. The judge opened his eyes, the silently handed the cube to the Nightingale. He took it, and closed his eyes telepathically listening to the messages. After a while, he opened his eyes. "That is not my voice." said the Time Lord. A gasp of shock filled the courtroom. The judge hit his gavel against the sound block. A hush instantly filled the room as a result.
The Nightingale handed the cube back to Rassilon who took another listen to see if the Time Lord was telling the truth. He opened his eyes a moment later placing the hypercube back in his pocket. "May I excuse myself for a recess?" asked a Time Lord from the back of the courtroom. The judge looked to the Gallifreyan. "You have ten minutes." said the judge. The Time Lord nodded, and made his way out of the room. However, as he opened the large double doors to the courtroom, a small object fell from his pocket. A small square shaped object with a smaller silver square in the center which resembled a circuit board. A perception filter. Rassilon stood, and made his way over to the device. The judge took heed to the Lord President's movement, and asked: "Where are you going?" to which Rassilon replied: "I think we've reached a verdict your honor." after he picked the item up.
The Time Lord came back within his allotted time of ten minutes. Rassilon had since made his way back to the desk at the front of the courtroom, and sat in the chair. "Excuse me." called the judge. The Time Lord looked to the judge from the back of the courtroom. "May I have a moment with you?" asked the judge in a light-hearted tone. The Time Lord made his way up to the judge who had the perception filter on the desk. The Time Lord's eyes widened which the judge noticed. "Ah, you know what this is do you?" asked the judge taking notice at the change in the Time Lord's expression. "No, your honor." replied the Time Lord. "Don't play daft with me, young man. Explain to me why this was on your person." replied the judge. The Time Lord remained silent for a while before finally cracking under the pressure, and shouting: "Yes! I framed the Nightingale!" the entire courtroom then burst into a massive clamor.
The judge hit his gavel on the sound block as he shouted "Order!" to silence the courtroom. The room was silenced after a short while. "Do you realize your punishment for this heinous act?" asked the judge. The Time Lord again remain silent. "Execution by firing squad. I shall have them summoned on the morrow." replied the judge in a sour tone. The Time Lord stay silent then beginning to cry a moment later. "Tears will not save you." said the judge. The Nightingale looked to the Gallifreyan who was now convicted to death. He silently promised he would save him. The Nightingale was given a sincere apology, by both the judge, and Rassilon himself. As well as being given the freedom or come and go to Gallifrey as he pleased He made his way out of the courtroom and back down the corridors to the repair bays, and finally back to his Ship snapping his fingers. The door sliding opening to the action.
He made his way into the Ship, and over to the console seeing Bill asleep in the chair. Her old clothes now on the floor. She must have knocked them off in her sleep. He chuckled, and flipped the switch on the console to close the interior doors on the Ship. Bill awoke, and looked to the Nightingale. A smile on her face. "The trial went well?" asked the human. The Time Lord nodded. "Yes. I don't ever have to worry about it again. We caught the Time Lord and the judge convicted to execution by firing squad tomorrow. And I have vowed that I would save him." the Nightingale replied. Bill looked to him shocked. "Why would you want to do that?" asked the human. "No-one deserves to die. They deserve to live their lives to the fullest." the Time Lord replied as he began operating the console's controls.
An object flickered to life. The scanner in the back of the console room. A top down view of a shed with the ground around it resembling reddish orange sand appeared on the screen as he landed the Ship. The Nightingale then made his way to the back of the room. "The Time Lord will be stationed here," the Time Lord said as he pointed to the exterior of the shed. "And the firing squad will be stationed here." he added. "So, what's the plan?" asked Bill. "The plan is the Gallifreyan guards will most likely have their rifles set to kill rather than stun, and just before Rassilon gives his order to fire, I will engage the shields which will defend the Time Lord, and disengage the cloaking mechanism. I will then materialize around him, and he will end up inside the Ship." the Nightingale replied.
A sense of determination in his voice. Bill smiled slightly seeing the Nightingale so determined to save someone. Even if the Time Lord who framed him was the one being saved. The Nightingale kept the screen on. Everything was going according to plan. The Time Lord stationed in the spot in which the Nightingale said they would be, along with the firing squad; Rassilon standing behind the group of six Gallifreyan guards. The Nightingale smirked. "Time to put my plan into action," he said as he made his way to the front of the console in preparation for the rescue mission. He engaged the shields in case the guards were given a silent order.
Meanwhile, as the Time Lord was stationed in the spot where the Ship was going to land waiting to be executed, the guards all stood in a semi-circle around the convicted Time Lord. "Set rifles to kill." Rassilon said. Each of the six rifles clicked their switches from safety, to stun, to kill. The Time Lord had two white patches on his chest. One on the left side and one on the right side for his two hearts to make sure it was a guaranteed kill. "Any last words?" Rassilon asked. The Time Lord remained silent. "None, hm? Well in that case, on the ready, aim." Rassilon said. The Time Lords all raised their rifles and aimed them towards the Time Lord. A few moments go by, and Rassilon bellowed: "Fire!" to which the guards responded by firing their rifles once at the Time Lord. The cloaked TARDISes shield responded by bouncing the blasts off itself, and away from the Time Lord.
Rassilon looked to the Time Lord who was still standing. "What is the meaning of this!?" He shouted. The Time Lord opened his eyes to see the guards still ahead of him. He looked around and saw the same burnt orange sky which he thought would have faded to black in an instant. The guards looking perplexed at the outcome of the situation at hand. Then, a TARDIS phased into existence. Rassilon's eyes widened seeing the Time Lord walk out of the Ship. The Nightingale. "What are you doing?!" Rassilon howled. "Saving him," the Nightingale said. Rassilon was not just going to let the Time Lord go scot-free however. He had to punish him.
He then remembered what he had given him back in the courtroom. "Your freedom to come and go from Gallifrey has been revoked as of now! If you are caught anywhere on the planet, you shall be killed on sight without hesitation! Is that clear!?" the Lord President bellowed. "That is a risk I am willing to take." the Time Lord said as he stepped back inside his Ship, and snapped his fingers. Both the interior and exterior doors closing in response before the TARDIS finally dematerialized after he made his way back to the console leaving a now fuming Rassilon in its wake.
The Time Lord latched onto the Nightingale crying tears of joy. "Thank you!" he cried. The Nightingale gladly hugged back. "It's okay, you're safe now." said the Nightingale who broke the hug a moment later with a soft smile. He looked around the interior, and finally to Bill. "Hi," he said. Bill gave a smile. "Are you a Time Lady?" asked the Time Lord. "A what?" Bill asked. "A Time Lady is a female version of a Time Lord." the Nightingale said. "Oh. Well in that case, no. I'm not." she replied. "Oh." the Time Lord replied. He then looked back to the Nightingale before his gaze finally settled on the console. "You look rather educated. Show us what you've got. Take us somewhere." the Nightingale said. Neither the Nightingale nor Bill knew, but the Time Lord had no idea how to fly a TARDIS. He was still in the academy when he framed the Nightingale.
"Well," the Nightingale urged the Time Lord on. "I don't know how to fly a TARDIS. I was still in the academy," replied the Time Lord. "but I graduated." he added taking a piece of paper out of his pocket. Still clad in his formal wear when he was in court.
His outfit consisted of a long bright red robe with a gold colored headdress with wide shoulders, and two pieces behind the shoulder pieces which flared out from the headdress, and two strange symbols adorned the fronts of the shoulder pieces. "Your clothes look beautiful." Bill replied. "I still have mine too." the Nightingale added with a smile. "You do?" she asked as she looked to him. He nodded. "Yes. In the wardrobe." he replied. "It's basically the same thing as what he's got on," he gestured to the Time Lord. "so you're basically already seeing it." the Nightingale replied with a smile. "Will, I like it." said Bill as she sat in the chair by the door.
The Time Lord took off, and looked to Bill. "This old body of mine is wearing a bit thin." the Nightingale said as he collapsed. Bill rushed to the Time Lord's side. He then began to glow a brilliant yellow. She then stood back. He knew what was happening. He was regenerating. He had seen the Doctor do it, but he hadn't really changed. She was tricked into thinking the Doctor was bad, and shot him. She however knew the Nightingale would change as he died for seemingly no reason. But before he collapsed, he said he was wearing a bit thin. She deduced the Time Lord died from old age.
The glow around the Nightingale then faded a moment later. He no longer had brown hair. It was ginger. His eyes fluttered open as if awakening from a placid slumber. His eyes now blue instead of the green they were only moments ago. He looked to Bill, and smiled. His teeth perfectly white. Bill smiled back seeing that it was still him. The same warm smile filled her heart with glee. "Hello, ms .Po-" he then cut himself off at the sudden change in pitch to his voice. It was now much deeper and richer. Bill's eyes widened. "New voice, Bill, did anything else change?" asked the Nightingale.
Bill nodded. "Your voice for one, your hair is now ginger, and your eyes are now blue." replied the human. He got up from the position he was in which was on his back, and made his way over to the tool box underneath the mint green console. He opened said tool box, and fished out a small mirror. He looked into the object, and looked his new face over with a series of 'hmms' every so often. "The chin looks good. Hair, fine and ginger, I remember the Doctor saying he wanted to be ginger for so long, and I get it my first time regenerating. Huh, fancy that." the Nightingale said with a smile. "First time?" asked Bill.
The Time Lord nodded as he tore his gaze from the mirror and over to the human. "Yes, I died of old age. I am currently one thousand years old." he replied. "One thousand!?" said Bill shocked. The Time Lord nodded. "Yes, I was much older than when my cousin first regenerated. He was only four-hundred fifty years of age while I was one thousand. Nearly three times his age." the Time Lord said. Bill then looked around for the other Time Lord. "Where's the other Time Lord?" asked Bill. "Oh, you mean the Wanderer?" asked the Nightingale. Bill nodded. "He's in the wardrobe changing out of his formal wear for something more casual," replied the Time Lord. "he's in for a real treat when he comes back." he added.
Bill wholeheartedly agreed to the Time Lord's statement. As if right on cue, the Wanderer entered the console room. He looked to the Nightingale. "You regenerated?!" asked the Wanderer. The Nightingale nodded in reply. "Did it hurt?" asked the Wanderer. The Time Lord shook his head no. "Quite painless actually. My old age finally caught up to me." replied the Nightingale with a chuckle. The Wanderer heard the Nightingale's voice. "Your voice is so much deeper." said the Wanderer. "Yes," the Nightingale nodded putting the mirror back into the toolbox closing the small metal box, and standing up.
He then looked down at his attire, and a look of disgust played across his face. Specifically at the bowtie. "a bow tie? Really?" he asked rhetorically. He made his way past the Wanderer and into the open doors of the spare room, behind the food machine, and into the wardrobe to find some new clothes to wear. Neither the Wanderer or Bill knew what he was going to come back wearing.
They finally got their answer when he came back wearing a trench coat made of dark grey wool, black pants, black undershirt, black running shoes, and a very long multicolored scarf which wrapped around his neck twice in hopes to keep the end -which had tassels of all colors used in the scarf- from touching the ground, which worked, but the tassels were about an inch or two off the ground. Both Bill and the Wanderer burst out in laughter. The Nightingale looked hurt. "Oi! I have great tastes in clothing!" he whined like a little kid. "Sure you do!" Bill said between fits of wild laughter. The Time Lord brushed the bottom half of his coat back with his hands and shoved them into his pockets striding over to the console ignoring the fits of laughter.