Kylie stared at him, open mouthed.
"I have no idea." She said simply. "I've never thought about it before."
"Well then, go ahead and think about it. We do have all of time and space." The Doctor flipped a few levers and the TARDIS made that strange noise.
"What're you doing?"
"Just putting the TARDIS into Vortex suspension. Think as long as you like. You've got more sense that most, big decision, that is. Just-" He suddenly jerked and fell onto the floor. Kylie ran over.
"You alright?" She asked anxiously. He rolled over and looked at her, grinning.
"Oh sure, never better! Just a little regeneration jitters is all. I might lose consciousness but that's nothing bad." Kylie put his arm around her neck.
"Direct me to your bedroom. That'd be good right?" With her help, he rose.
"Lovely. Straight down that hall, at least it should be, who knows if it got moved at all."
They walked slowly down the hall, Kylie supporting the Doctor as best she could, and he continued rambling incoherently. She was relieved to find the bedroom had in fact stayed in the same location. It was a rather odd room, though, with just a square-shaped bed in one corner and the walls covered with circular symbols. There was a door right next to the bed. She helped the Doctor into the bed.
"You alright?" She asked gently. He sank into the bed and lost consciousness.
She stepped away, yawning, realizing she was actually quite tired after the near death experience of the evening. Maybe a rest was good for both of them.
The Doctor woke to find Kylie curled up on the floor next to his bed, sound asleep. He smiled, and gently picked her up and set her on the bed, covering her with the softest of blankets.
Kylie woke up to find herself in the warmest and most comfortable thing in the universe. She snuggled into the blankets, not ready to leave. Then, she heard a knocking sound, which seemed to be coming from the other side of the wall. Curiosity finally drove her out of the bed, and she opened the door, which lead into an enormous closet, filled with every kind of clothing you could imagine, and then some. The Doctor was slamming drawers and rummaging through racks, and clothes lay all over the floor. He had removed his Victorian jacket and waistcoat, and carried an armful of dark shirts and pants.
"What are you doing?" Kylie asked. He looked up, although he didn't seem startled. He grinned.
"Oh hello! Just looking for something more practical. New face, new clothes!" He continued rummaging. Kylie walked over and looked at what he was carrying.
"Its all quite...black" She observed. He nodded.
"More practical for travelling." He said quickly. There seemed to be another reason, but Kylie figured she shouldn't ask.
"Black's kinda...dull, all by itself. You could make it more interesting, still keeping it dark, of course, like maybe a really dark purple shirt, or dark green one, or dark red?"
He looked thoughtfully at her for a moment, then pulled a dark purple jumper out of a drawer. She smiled.
"How 'bout I go try some of this stuff on?" He said, and walked towards the line of doors in the back, dressing rooms, probably. A moment later he step out, wearing black pants and the purple jumper. "Missing something." He muttered and walked swiftly past her to another rack of clothes. After rummaging a bit, he pulled out a leather jacket. He looked back at Kylie, who smiled.
"Perfect." They said in at the same time, and burst out laughing.