In which Sarah gets carried away and we say goodbye
It was a beautiful evening. The sky was tinged purple and the first few stars could be seen winking in the heavens. The Doctor slipped an arm around Sarah and she leaned in to him, almost without noticing.
"Isn't it beautiful?" she said dreamily.
"Mmmmmm," he mumbled absently. "Sarah, if a man wanted to ask a woman out on a night like this, how would he typically go about it?"
She thought for a moment. "Well, speaking personally, I think I'd like him to make me feel special. And every woman wants to be swept off her feet. It's romantic."
After barely a pause he swept her up into his arms, making her shriek slightly. "In that case," he said, "Sarah Jane Smith, you are very special and I wouldn't give you up for anything in the universe."
He kissed her then, finally. It was all he had wanted it to be and more. She was exquisite.
She broke away after what seemed like an age and asked him "So, where are we going?"
"The TARDIS," he replied. "My room."
"Perfect."