Some days Victoria enjoyed her new life and the technology associated with it. But other days she missed her own time, her own place, but more importantly...
It was her deepest regret that she never had a portrait of her father. It was destroyed with the mansion by the Daleks, and ever since then she'd been travelling the universe too much to care. But now, after settling down, she missed her late father dearly. What wouldn't she give to see him one more time.
There was a knock at the door. She opened it to see a skinny man wearing a brown suit, holding an envelope. Wordlessly he gave it to her and left. She frowned, puzzled by the encounter as she opened it. It was address to her after all.
Inside was a simple heart necklace, nothing too fancy. Although she recognized the Victorian styling anywhere. She opened it... to see her father staring back at her. Or at least a picture of him.
Tears welled up in her eyes as she saw pictures of both her mother and father. When they were taken, she did not know. But only one man could have done it.
"Thank you Doctor. Thank you."