Black and white suits. Black and white suits was what the brothers had decided on to go to the dinner in. It was a humorous moment, William thought to himself while pulling on his black dinner jacket, running one pale hand through his flaming red hair. He was just trying to fit in, more than his identical twin brother James was doing. If it had been up to him then they would have gone in leopard skin underwear. A smile spread across the man's face as he imagined the scene.

"Hurry up William!" Came the familiar shout of his brother James.

William stumbled out of his room making sure to slip into his shoes on the way, locked the door and joined in brother in a hallway.

"Next time I get to choose right?" James smiled patting his brother on the back. James was wearing the same black and white suit as William, he had the same flaming red hair although his was slightly longer, falling into emerald eyes and tied neatly at the back into a ponytail.

"If I can choose the hotel." William agreed nodding his head and setting off to their dinner party. William looked at the floor as he walked, the carpet was brown though it was faded with age and the colour could have been mistaken for years built up dirt, it could have been, he thought with a shuddering sigh.

"Why are we going anyway?" James asked trotting after William in a way that reminded the brother of a love struck puppy.

"We are going, my dear James, because we have been invited." William tried to act like the smarter one, like he knew everything. James could be as 'cool' as he wanted but William was the smart one, brains before beauty.

James grinned and nodded a few strands of ginger hair falling into his eyes.

"Yeah, the black and white Mafia are not to be trifled with." James laughed jogging ahead of his brother.

"They can see you everywhere." He continued pulling faces and gesturing wildly with his pale hands.

"Exactly so be quiet!" William scolded, neatly placing a top hat onto his head and throwing one to his brother. Then they both stepped outside into the late afternoon to meet with their dinner hosts.

II

Rose turned her head to hear a familiar and comforting sound. A whoosh that filled her with relief and joy.

"Doctor!" She laughed running over to the newly materialised TARDIS and the man stood at the doorway.

"I thought you weren't coming back!" She smiled skidding to a stop beside the time lord.

"I thought about it for a second. But I would prefer to stay on the good side of Jackie Tyler." The Doctor laughed stepping aside so that Rose could join him inside the TARDIS.

"Finish what you started?" He asked closing the doors behind them then taking a skipping walk towards the hexagonal console in the centre of the room.

"I was waiting out there for hours." Rose sighed not answering his question.

"But you're ok? You didn't do anything wrong?" Because Rose being Rose alone was a bad idea.

"No, I went to see him then left. Like I said I would." Rose sighed shaking her head and shrugging out of her coat, draping it over a rusty looking rail.

"Good." The Doctor grunted pushing some buttons and pulling some levers until the column in the centre of the console began to move, indicating they were once again travelling through time and space in nothing more than a police box, with no one other than the Doctor to keep her safe.

She had never asked about his past, it had never bothered her until then. While she had been thinking of her family and visiting them. She got onto thinking about him and his family, who were they and where? Although she distantly remembered being told that they were gone. She was still curious, who where they? Where did they live?
So many questions that needed answering but how could she ever ask?

"Something wrong?" The Doctor's voice intruded Rose's thoughts and caused her to jump suddenly.

"Nah…I'm fine." She muttered shaking her head of golden hair.

"Ok then." He said turning and walking back into the console room where he found a set of co-ordinates on the screen. He frowned and walked over, studying the route laid out for them. After a few seconds a shadowy figure flashed onto the screen and waved a flat, dark limb the Doctor took to be a hand.

"Ah, Doctor." The figure said in a husky voice, like it had a cold.

"Do I know you?" Came the reply.

"Not yet. But I am here to inform you that you have been invited to a dinner party." It laughed. "Oh, and come in formal clothes, not that battered leather you seem to have taken a fancy to."

"What makes you think we want to come? And where?" The Doctor asked cautiously,

if nothing else he didn't want to put Rose in danger, even though she often found it

herself.

"Ah, you will come. Where? Wherever you like! How about…Androzani minor?"

"No." The Doctor said calmly recalling what had happened the last time he had been

there.

"Ok, what about Teradon? Skaro? Mondas? Traken? Oh I know, Gallifrey!" The

voice laughed

then shook its head. "The screen that was just on? There were co-ordinates on there to

Mendos, you can meet us there as soon as possible."

Then the screen went black and the route to Mendos reappeared.

Rose walked in as the Doctor was trying out the way.

"Where are we going?"

"Mendos." The Doctor replied shrugging slightly.