Eyes wide, she walked slowly through the room and trailed her hand along the garments that hung against the wall. Making her way past Renaissance-era gowns and corsets from the 1700's, she found herself among more familiar clothing. There were a few hoodies and sweatpants as well as denim skirts and plaid shirts. There was even a t-shirt decorated like the Union Jack.
As she pulled on a tank-top and a pair of overalls, she wondered who the clothing belonged to. Where were they now? Her cold feet brought her out of her reverie, and she went in search of shoes. She settled on a pair of flowery Doc Martens and made her way back to the console room.
"Doctor," Tuesday began, "Who does it all belong to? The clothing, I mean."
He poked his head around the console to look at her. "Oh, they're just odds and ends that got left behind."
"But whose were they? Who left them behind?"
"The ones who traveled with me; my companions."
Companions. Why would he use such an old-fashioned word? Why not just say 'friends'? "Where are they now?" she couldn't help but ask.
He faltered. "Well, everyone leaves eventually."
"You mean they die?" She whispered the last word fearfully.
His eyes saddened and he looked away. "I live a long time. Humans don't."
She shuffled her feet uncomfortably and wished she hadn't asked. But she couldn't help herself from continuing. "What about others like you? Don't you ever travel with them?"
"Timelords, you mean? No. I'm the last of my kind."
"Oh. Um. I'm, uh—"
He gave her a comforting smile , but the sadness in his eyes was still there. It was an old kind of sadness. It was in this moment, when the corners of his mouth went up and his lips pressed together but his smile ended there, when his green-blue eyes seemed to go on forever like the sea, when his whole demeanor seemed heavy and ancient, that she saw who he was. An old man. A very old man.
And as her mind swam with the ancient, the kind, and the questions that can never be answered, he asked her the question that would change her life.
"Would you like to come with me?"
She stood and looked at the young old Doctor and said, "Yes. Yes of course I would."
His expression instantly flipped to one of immeasurable joy, and she couldn't help but feel the electricity of his presence. His happiness was infectious; she could feel it raising the corners of her mouth into a smile. Still grinning at her, he moved around the console, pulling levers and twiddling dials.
Buzzing with excitement, she drummed her hands against her sides. A noise like someone was driving with the brakes on filled the air, but Tuesday was surprised to discover that she found it rather pleasant, like a song. She could only focus on the noise for so long, though; the Tardis shook and wobbled, forcing her to stumble to the railing and hold on tight.
The noise and the shaking stopped at once, and the Doctor bounded to the little white door that had caught her attention not so long ago. His hand on the door, he turned back to her. "What are you waiting for?" he asked.
Needing no further enticement, she ran after him as he opened the door and stepped out into the light.
"Where are we?" she asked.