The place was enormous.
Rich carpets, velvet drapes, dignitaries of every creed and colour - literally - opulantly arrayed in their respective fashions.
Rose felt decidedly underdressed in her pinstriped business suit.
Pete circulated, smiling at their fellow guests, in his element.
A shiny, purple Usher chittered officiously at her as a tall figure, resplendant in ebony floor-length gold-trimmed robes, turned towards them.
"Miss Tyler, may I present the Gallifreyan Ambassador -"
Rose stared.
Familiar chocolate brown eyes peered down at her curiously.
She squeaked, "Doctor?"
And fainted.
After all, it's not every day you're invited to an intergalactic conference.