It had been a year since The Doctor has changed his face, and his companion, Clara, had left the Doctor for a fellow teacher of hers, Arthur Pink. The Doctor was lonely. He had felt sadness in his green eyes when he thought about her, but he was also curious to go on other adventures. Today he was less interested than usual. He was starting to get tired of the constant solo adventures. He twiddled his thumbs and occasionally stroked his curly grey hair. Then he had an idea. He needed a vacation. 'Where do I go, though?' he said to himself. Then he decided to go to one of his favourite periods of time: Victorian London.
He set the course for the year 1860 and started up the TARDIS's system. He ended up in a town square full of people in giant dresses and suits. 'Well, those were the days…' The Doctor thought to himself. Then he saw two figures in the alleyway opposite. One had a bright yellow dress that exposed her pale cleavage alongside having puffy hair. The other wore an 18th century Irish suit and had long, messy hair.
A group of women went by the two figures, with one woman looking back. The Doctor looked at her, but not in a sexual way. Her black hair was the equivalent of a black tidal wave, and her eyes were as brown as a mountain. She wore a lightly coloured dress and had a figure similar to Clara. The Doctor had a splitting headache because she looked similar to Clara, his greatest friend that was not a lover. She looked back to the group of women and ran towards them. 'Wait for me!' she shouted.