The Doctor and Romana were bickering in the TARDIS again about the randomiser. "You do realise, Doctor," yelled the Time Lady, "That we nearly got killed by that supernova! If this keeps happening, I'll take control of the TARDIS myself!" The Doctor pointed his finger at her, countering with "I doubt you even know how to use it, Romana! You're 200 now, how in the name could you possibly be able to pilot a TARDIS?"
She calmed herself down and said, "Simple-watching you over the past sixty years. Only this time, there'll be more control." "Touché," said the Doctor, grinning and returning to his usual self. "But we must stop arguing, though. The Black Guardian will use it to his advantage."
Romana had no choice but to agree. "It could've been worse, though. You might have regenerated into a pretty-boy who wore celery." At this, the Doctor covered his eyes, shuddering at the idea. Suddenly, the Cloister Bells went off, and the TARDIS started shaking. The Doctor and his companion both grabbed a hold on the console, and remained that way until the ship stopped shaking, at which point they heard the familiar materialisation of the TARDIS.
After a few seconds, the materialisation stopped. The Doctor and Romana both got up, the Doctor straightening his burgundy cravat and Romana wiping any dust off her navy blue jacket. "Thank goodness I'm wearing sensible clothing for once," she said sarcastically, looking down at her trousers, which matched her jacket, and dark red riding-boots with two-inch heels.
"Be glad, Romana. Your clothes will help in running," replied the 900 year-old Time Lord, grinning as he opened the TARDIS doors. He checked, and it was the last place he expected to be-The city of Chicago, in early 1935. The height of the Great Depression in America.
"Romana, I would seriously recommend getting something different to wear," the Doctor said loudly. Romana stepped outside, only to see the city and the closed buildings with beggars and unemployed filling the streets out of the alley the TARDIS was parked in. "Oh dear," she said worriedly, as she stepped back into the ship.
The Doctor thought it wise to do the same, and decided to change his clothing as well. When he exited after five minutes, he was wearing a shorter scarf, around 6 feet long with the same pattern, a pair of grey lace-up Jodhpur boots, a dark blue neckerchief loosely tied round his neck, a dark brown and beige waistcoat with Prince of Wales design, dark grey striped trousers and a dark red Norfolk jacket, made in velvet.
Romana stepped out, wearing light brown pilot trousers, a brown and grey wide-brimmed fedora, burgundy lace-up riding boots, a black leather jacket and a scarf that resembled the Doctor's one, only about ¼ the size.
"You suit the times, Doctor," she said dryly, with a smirk. He grinned widely in his usual manner, and replied, "And you as well," as they walked out of the TARDIS, not knowing of, expecting, or realising that they were being watched from a distance.